Page 35 of Shattered Omega

Another strike, and she wasn’t even hiding her needy moans as Dusk squeezed her ass, stepping right up to her so he could grind his hard on against her cunt.

She was breathing hard, pressing back against him shamelessly.

Another strike, and another, and I swear she arched that perfect little body further with each like she was presenting for him.

On the seventh strike, she was shivering. When Dusk stepped closer to squeeze her ass where he’d struck, she let out a little moan, wriggling back against him and?—

“Shatter!” Dusk let go of her instantly, so startled he didn’t find his command before she let out a whine, body trembling with what was definitely an orgasm.

Umbra barked a laugh as I snorted.

“What?” she asked, breathless, failing epically at playing innocent as she pushed herself up and stared at him with pink cheeks. But nightshade had gone off like a bomb in the room, making me want to drag her over and bury my knot deep into her.

Dusk raised an eyebrow as she turned to him, and we all felt the flare of defiance from her in the bond.

Boy, was she playing with fire.

Dusk side stepped her and took a seat on the couch. “Knees,” he said coldly.

She tugged her skirt down and sank between his splayed legs, a dangerously smug look on her face.

“Unzip me,” Dusk said.

She reached up, voice oh-so-bratty. “When I said seven, I didn’t know you were going to—” She cut off with a whine as Dusk pulled her lips to his cock and pressed it halfway into her mouth.

“Gem,” he purred, dragging her the rest of the way until her fists balled on his legs and his shaft was choking her completely. He held her there, and her wide golden eyes were fixed on him. “This is because you got cocky.”

He waited a good few seconds before releasing her, and when she drew back, she took gasping breaths.

“Be mad all you want, but hide my claim and I’ll remind you who these holes belong to.” He dragged her over his length again and I watched the way her nails dug into his thighs. “And that they’re mine to use whenever I want.”

“Now. You do the rest,” he told her, a command in the words. “And fuck that sweet throat worse for every bratty plan you’ve come up with in the last few days. I’ll let you decide how they deserve punishment; if you think they were fair, you can go easy.”

“W-wait—” Her eyes were wide in shock even as she was forced to draw her lips back to his tip. “Dusk,” she whimpered. “I wasn’t going to do any of them.”

He gathered her hair in his fist a cruel smile on his lips. “And keep your eyes on me, Gem.”

Dusk leaned back on the couch, a pleased expression on his face as he rested his head back, letting out a groan of pleasure as Shatter began what became the most brutal self-imposed face-fuck I’d ever even been able to even conceive of.

The command was airtight, and there was clearly no shortage of vindictive ideas for her to punish herself over because she kept pressing those plush lips all the way to his swollen knot, eyes blazing with fury as she grappled with the order.

Dusk kept pausing her as he collected himself, and he made it last a good fifteen minutes.

She was panting by the time she finished, tears pouring down her cheeks, her cheeks bright pink, and sweat beading on her forehead. Through the bond, the empire of brattiness she’d been building over the weekend was swept away for submission.

“Good girl,” Dusk growled as he finally finished, his fist returning to her hair as he held her over his length and emptied down her throat.

“Take off the neck covering,” he said. “Tie up your hair and get on my lap.”

She tugged it off as she got to shaky feet and fought with her hair to get it in a bun. It was a bit lopsided, but outrageously cute as she slid onto his lap.

She folded her arms, eyes fixed on me defiantly as Dusk drew her close and sank his teeth into her neck again, renewing the dark bite he’d left.

Her lips opened in shock.

When he drew back, a trickle of blood glistened upon her skin. She reached for it, but he caught her wrist.

“You won’t touch it,” he hissed.

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