Page 79 of Soulless Saint

I curled my fingers around her wrist, jerking it away as I pulled my mouth from hers and spun her around.

I snatched a fistful of dress and yanked it up, revealing the ass that didn’t even come close to the version in my wettest fucking dreams. She arched her back again and I reeled back, my palm cracking against her left cheek, leaving a handprint I could see even in the dark as Becca hiccupped against the door, letting out a gush of air.

I spanked her again, harder, and a small sound, something between a moan and a sob lifted from her lungs.

She needed to be punished for denying me on the dancefloor. For running. She was mine.

She had her chance to run, and she didn’t take it. I punished her for every glare she’d cast my way since we met. Every harsh word spoken. Every moment she spent denying the connection between us, fighting it.

And when I was done and she shuddered against the door, I dropped to one knee, ready to take all the pain away. Needing to taste her. Needing to feast on my prize.

She let out a yelp as I released my hold on her hair and spun her again. I threw her right leg over my shoulder and jerked up her dress, mouthing her sweet, sweet pussy through the damp fabric of her panties until she was trembling.

I bit down on the thin fabric and tore, jerking my head sharply right until her cunt was laid bare for me. She pushed it into me as I dove in with my tongue, licking along her slit. A possessive growl vibrated in my chest as I savored every drop, licking and sucking and nibbling as she fisted her hands in my hair. Holding tighter. Not fighting it.

Not fighting me.

Becca cried out as her orgasm started to crest, her thighs squeezing on either side of my head, her hands in my hair pulling frantically.

I shoved her legs back open, forcing her to wring every drop of pleasure she could, but still she fought, screaming, pushing, kicking.

In one fluid movement, I drew the gun from the front of my waistband and pushed it against her inner thigh. She gasped, forcing her legs open, holding them that way while I ate her fucking senseless, until she was gushing on my tongue and couldn’t breathe. Her body trembling against the barrel of the gun.

I kept her there while I lapped up her release, knowing there wasn’t a damn thing in this cruel world powerful enough to stop me from fucking her now.

Her eyes were still glazed, half rolled back as I dropped the weapon and let her leg fall from my shoulder, but not before biting hard into her thigh, right where the barrel of the gun had been pressed—hard enough to break the skin, leaving my mark there for anyone who dared trespass on my turf.

Becca screamed, pushing at my head, but when I pulled my mouth away, teeth stained with red, her now focused stare flitted between my mouth and the mark in her thigh I prayed would scar, remaining there forever as a reminder of my claim.

Fear made her face pale, and I knew a second before she made her move what she was going to do. I grabbed her ankle at the same moment she tried to make a run for it, sending her tripping to her knees on the concrete floor with a cry.

I was on her in an instant, tossing the gun aside, holding her down with my weight alone, her chest pressed flat against the floor, her arms reaching and grasping uselessly for anything, finding nothing but bits of broken glass further away to her left.

I tugged her hands back from the shattered remains of the fallen shelf, pinning them behind her back, both of them fitting easily into one of my hands as I used the other to unbuckle my belt. My cock pulsed against the wall of denim, begging for release. I rolled my hips, shoving my jeans down low enough to free it as Becca continued to struggle beneath me, only adding fuel to the fire.

Palming her dress away from her bare ass, I took a split second to marvel at the artwork my hands had left there before gripping the base of my cock and thrusting between those perfect cheeks, making the fight go out of her as a cry of absolute ecstasy poured from her chest. I buried myself deep in her cunt, all nine inches of me sheathed in warm flesh. In utter perfection.

I choked out a groan at the vicious pleasure running through me as pure and unfiltered as an electrical current. Her gorgeous cunt squeezed around me, tight and so fucking warm.

Her cry trailed off into a whimper as I slid out from her only to slam back inside, her whole body moving with the force of my thrust.

Testing a theory, I released her wrists and her palms fell flat against the cement to either side of her body. I traced the line of her back, watching her muscle flex in a wave as she used the leverage of her hands to lift her hips, arching her back for me as I drove into her again, harder, earning myself another choked off cry.

She wanted this.

She wanted to be dominated. Wanted to be used.

My vision narrowed to pinpricks, that all-encompassing obsession I’d been fighting against for weeks anchoring itself in me in a way that I knew could never be pulled up, pulled out.

I curled my fingers around her hips, jerking her up onto all fours.

She let out a sound like a fucking snarl as I began to move faster, fucking her like a man possessed. My thighs slammed against hers as I drilled into her, pumping between her legs until I was sure I was going to splinter into a thousand pieces and be blown away by the fucking wind.

A throaty cry hit my ears, and I realized with a stomach turning certainty that it’d come from my own mouth. I slammed my lips shut, holding in the sounds of my hedonism as Becca’s cries began to reach a crescendo.

This time, when she came, I went with her, pouring into her with a feral roar, uncaring if she heard me as we both collapsed on the cool floor. I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her to bury my face in her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips.

She stayed there, perfectly still, as if suspended in time. Until whatever spell the music and the dark had cast was broken. She shrugged out of my grip, and I let her go, watched her push shakily to her feet, stumble in her heels. Watched her collect her dignity, straighten her dress. Her hair. Discard her torn panties and lift her little black purse from the floor.

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