Page 128 of Corrupted Heart

How it’s possible.

The fear was so fucking real?—

I cry out when Kratos’ palm smacks my ass hard again and then roughly cups my pussy through my panties. He starts to rub me savagely, the friction making my clit raw as his fist tightens in my hair.

I’m soaking his fingers in a nanosecond.

It’s as if the last hour of panicked fear thinking I was actually about to get raped and killed in the woods all hits me at the same time. But with him here, pulling me out of the nightmare and baptizing me in my fucked-up fantasy, it all gets turned into pure desire.

I don’t just want him. I literally, physically need him right now.

I cry out as Kratos yanks my thong aside. He brutally rams two fingers into my soaking wet pussy, wrenching a cry from my throat as my back arches.

“I asked you a fucking question, slut,” he snarls, yanking my hair tight. “Whose fucking pussy is this!?”

“YOURS!” I sob. “It’s?—!”

He pulls out his fingers and rams his huge cock in to the fucking hilt. The breath leaves my body in a rush, my hips bruising hard against the side of the car. My raw, brutalized nipples drag across the metal as he grabs my hip and starts to fuck me, violently.

Viciously.

Punishingly.

I scream, my toes curling against the dirt and my legs shaking as Kratos fucks the living shit out of me.

“I fucking own this slutty cunt, babygirl. This is my fucking pussy. SAY IT.”

I sob as I claw at the hood of the car, drowning in the twisted pleasure he’s wringing from my body.

“Yours!” I cry out. “All yours!”

“Mine and only mine,” he snarls.

He slaps my ass one last time before he pulls out. I whimper as he flips me over without warning and shoves me up onto the hood. My thighs are slapped apart, and I gasp as he wraps his fingers around my throat and shoves me back across the hood, pinning me there as he lines his fat cock up with my eager, soaking wet hole.

My back arches violently off the hood as he rams into me. When I open my eyes, they lock with his in the stark shadows of the inky blackness and the pale moonlight.

There’s no mask between us. No walls.

Just us.

His lips curl like one possessed as he fucks into me, the sloppy wet sounds filling the little clearing. His hand slides from my neck, slipping down to slap my breasts again and maul and brutalize my nipples in ways that have me gushing all over his cock. He slaps at my face, pulls my hair, and shoves his fingers into my mouth, watching me suck them greedily as he fucks me like a wild animal.

Staking his claim. Rutting into his mate. Making me his. Owning me.

Destroying me.

His thumb slides between my lips, thrusting in and out of my mouth as I moan and whimper.

“There’s my greedy little whore,” he snarls. “There’s my good little slut.”

His massive cock rams into me, pushing so deep it feels like he’s in my throat. Like he’s running me through. Like I might never walk properly again.

Worth it.

He keeps his thumb between my lips as his huge fingers splay out, cupping my jaw and wrapping around my slender neck. His pace gets harder, faster, rougher and more manic. My vision blurs at the edges, and I gasp as my eyes roll back and I open my mouth from around his thumb, screaming and screaming and screaming for the monster snarling above me, leering down into my face as he shoves me over the brink and into oblivion.

No. Not “the” monster.

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