Page 109 of Darkest Deception

He doesn’t answer, just continues walking up the stairs.

I can’t see anything properly from being upside down, but then I am thrown onto something warm, soft, and bouncy.

Shaking my head to rid the dizziness, I realise I am in his room, but I don’t look for long before I am turned around, my ass up.

“On all fours,” Helia commands.

“You can’t order me around li—”

He grabs my waist and pulls me up, forcing me onto all fours.

My bra is taken off.

“You could have done it nice—”

“Do you want it nicely, Ambrose?” A hand wraps around my throat. “You want me to press kisses all over your body and give you sweet praises?” Another hand sneaks out to grasp my breasts, roughly grabbing and pulling and pinching my nipples till they feel tender to touch, and I hiss at the pleasurable pain.

“Or do you want it hard and fast? Do you want to be fucked and owned? You want control taken from you?”

I open my mouth, then shut it.

“Speak, or I will leave this very second.”

I glare at him over my shoulder. After all that teasing, he will leave? Just like that?

“What is it going to be?” He raises a brow, his naked muscled body behind me.

“I want you to fuck me, Helia.”

A smirk appears on his face. Helia wraps his hand around my hair, once, twice, then pulls, making my head snap back and my back arch. His hand goes around me till it dips into my pussy, and I gasp, my body jerking in hot pleasure before it’s gone.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear; like me being wet for him was all it took for him to be pleased with me.

Then he pushes into me.

We both groan the minute he does.

I feel stretched. Full.

Complete.

A minute later, Helia fucks me. He goes hard and fast, just like he promised, and he fucks like a goddamn monster. Just like I imagined. He dominates me, hitting a deep sweet spot inside me. My pleasure soars high until soon I am collapsing, coming hard.

My screams and his name echoing all around the room.

“Helia!”

“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, continuing to rut me until he finds his own release.

But he doesn’t stop after that. He flips me around, his mouth latching onto a breast, and he starts fucking me again. My body is limp, but he rips another orgasm from me.

And again, as he places me on his table, fucking me against it.

Instead of burn marks and cuts, all I see are hickeys left all over my body.

Like love letters written to me from him. Each one imprinted on me.

I am lying limply, out of energy, as Helia settles in his tub behind me.

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