Page 25 of Wicked Fury

“Lincoln, mmph…” she tries to speak, but the fabric muffles her words. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me as I snatch my belt from around my waist.

“None of that now,” I say, looping the leather around her wrists. The click of the buckle is satisfying as I secure her to the headboard, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. She’s bound, spread out for me like a banquet—and I’m fucking famished.

She bucks beneath me, a wild thing desperate for escape. But I’m an immovable force, my weight pinning her down. “Struggle all you want,” I taunt, feeling the power thrum through me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The only light in the room comes from the bedside lamp, casting shadows across Iris’ face. My hands roam up the smooth skin of her thighs, her muscles tensing under my touch. Each squirm, each futile attempt to break free, fuels me.

“Remember what I said about ruining you?” I whisper against her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “I’m a man of my word, Iris.”

“Does it scare you?” I ask, my voice low and menacing. “That I see you—all of you—even these little lines you so desperately hide?”

I lean closer, my lips brushing her earlobe as I continue my exploration. “I warned you, baby. You’ve unleashed something in me that can’t be caged again. And tonight, you’re the prey.”

Without another word, I plunge two fingers into her wet heat, causing her to moan through the fabric in her mouth. She bites down, trying to muffle any more sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape her lips. I chuckle, my fingers working her insides while my other hand caresses her swollen bud.

“I can feel how wet you are for me. Your little pussy is practically dripping for my cock.” I remove my fingers, and she whimpers.

I slide off her. My body feels like my skin is too tight. I’ve been holding back for far too long without letting myself indulge. A smirk curls around the corner of my mouth as I strip away the last vestiges of restraint along with my clothes.

“Look at you,” I murmur, gaze raking over her form splayed out before me. Despite the fight in her emerald eyes, there’s an undeniable truth between her legs, a wetness that betrays her. My chest swells with a sense of ownership—I’ve touched some raw nerve inside her. I rub the tip of my cock against her entrance and the bare feel of her is almost euphoric. It feels fucking wicked.

Without a second thought for protection, I give one rough thrust, claiming her in a way that leaves no room for doubt. She gasps against the gag, her body tensing around me with an intensity that almost robs me of breath. “You feel that?” I growl. “That’s what it means to be mine.”

I’m lost in the sensation, the urge to possess her every inch, every secret corner of her being. I freeze, savoring the moment and gathering a bit of self-control so I don’t bust in an embarrassing amount of time. The silkiness of her pussy, gripping me like a vise—it’s intoxicating, and I revel in the power of it. I’ve felt her cunt wrapped around me, but not like this. I’ve never felt a bare pussy before. The way it throbs against my frenum almost makes my knees weak.

Leaning down, I yank the cups of her pale-yellow bra down, baring her breasts to me. My mouth descends on one peak, my teeth grazing the flesh, marking her. Each bite, each suck, is a brand. I own her, and I don’t share things I own.

“You taste almost…divine,” I breathe out between licks, relishing the softness beneath my lips, the sharp intake of her breath as I lavish attention on her nipples. The metallic tang of her piercings flickers against my tongue, and I love that I’m tasting her rebellious spirit. No one expects miss prim and proper to have nipple jewelry.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I taunt, my words laced with tainted sweetness. “To feel something real, something raw?”

“Ah, baby, I’m under your skin now,” I confess in a voice thick with desire. Each thump of her heart runs through her chest and against my lips and sends a surge of triumph through my veins. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Feel that, Iris?” My teeth sink deeper, a final, punishing bite to her flesh covering that useless organ we call a heart. She bucks beneath me, a shockwave of pleasure-pain etched across her face.

“Lincoln…” Her voice is a strangled moan, the name a curse, and a plea tangled together.

I can’t help but smirk. “What’s that? Can’t hear you,” I taunt, my breath hot against the damp skin of her breast. I force my fingers into her mouth and slowly drag out the matching pale-yellow panties I used to shut her the fuck up. I want to hear her beg for me.

With a growl, I thrust myself inside her, filling her completely at a punishing speed. I don’t let up, using her body as much as she uses mine. Iris gasps, her body arching off the bed as much as it can. I can feel her legs wrap around me as I pound into her relentlessly.

I lean back so I can watch her face, the way her pretty little tits bounce, and grab onto her hips, feeling the way the divots fit into the palm of my hands. My grip on her tightens with each slap of skin, and I can see a few of my rings digging into her skin. My audacious Blackwood family crest ring is going to leave a mark. If only it was fucking permanent.

“Oh…oh…God…fuck!” My pretty little obsession no longer gagged is loud as fuck right now.

“That’s it, baby. Call me your God. You’ve wanted me to take control, haven’t you? Just so you could turn that brain of yours off. Better than any drug you could take.” My mind runs wild at my insinuation that I’m better than her Adderall or her Molly or whatever else she’s been putting into her body.

Her answering low, drawn-out moan is all the confirmation I need.

“Beg me nicely, though. I want to hear you beg your stepbrother.”

“Please…please…fuck me, Lincoln. I-I need…I need to come…” Iris’ nails dig into the belt and headboard, her knuckles white as she struggles to hold on to any semblance of control.

“That’s more like it.” Her submission is sweeter than anything I’ve tasted in a long time.

I want to feel her cum covering my bare cock, so I pick up my speed and move one of my hands to find her bundle of nerves, pulling back the hood and exposing them to me. I apply direct pressure and in quick succession make circles until I hear and feel it.

“I’m…I’m…going to…”

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