Page 145 of Sin Like the Devil

Moving to grasp my hips with both hands, he roughly flips me over. I land back on the mattress in a faceful of bedsheets. Fingertips glide down my spine, tracing each curvature as another hand circles my hips and ass.

I brace for the hit I know is coming. His soft touches never last long. When the first spank cracks against my rear, it jolts my whole body. Pain flashes up my spine in time to the exploration of his fingertips.

“You still mark so exquisitely.”

Fisting the bedsheets, I swallow a cry. It’ll only satisfy the son of a bitch. If he isn’t going to give me what I want, then I sure as fuck won’t return the favour. He’ll have to hit me until I bleed.

Xander strikes my other ass cheek, the force of his smack making my skin tighten and prickle. I can feel blood rushing to the area. My back arches, absorbing the force, still enduring the tease of his featherlight fingers.

Those dancing fingers traverse upwards to wind into my tangled hair. Though it’s unkempt and matted from my brush with death, that doesn’t stop Xander from fisting the coarse strands.

He wrenches hard, forcing my head to tilt up. I’m suspended, half-upright at a vulnerable angle, breasts jutting out and knees wobbling.

“Is this what you wanted?” He nudges back between my soaked thighs from behind. “Someone to fuck you like the object you desire to be?”

“I’m not your object,” I gasp in delicious pain.

“I forgot. You’re not mine.” He yanks sharply on my curls. “You’re Harrowdean’s whore, right?”

Before I can snatch the knife from my bed and stick it in his fucking eyeball, he slides back into me. From this angle, his strokes are shallow and fast. A constant drilling that takes me right back to the brink.

I want to wail and rave. Batter my fists against his bare chest and throw him out of this room. But each stroke of his cock inside me silences whatever hatred I’m ready to spew. He owes me this much.

Xander pulls my hair with each pump, merging fierce pain with toe-curling pleasure until tears are pooling in my eyes. I’m too overwhelmed. Overstimulated from every angle. His other hand clasps my hip in a bruising grip.

When that grip slackens, I prepare for the next slap. It’s a hard, fast strike against my right ass cheek. Bracing for it doesn’t decrease the way my skin burns. With each spank, the fire spreads.

“Still pretending to hate me?” Xander groans.

“Yes!”

His pounding continues, relentless and battering. It’s like he’s trying to beat the truth out of me. The reason why I sacrificed their lives to get my revenge. He still doesn’t get it.

“You… ruined… me,” I pant.

“Oh, I know.” His breathing is almost as laboured as mine. “And truthfully, I don’t blame you for feeding us to the wolves. In fact, I was impressed.”

“Why? I wanted you dead!”

“Exactly.” His breath teases my ear as he pushes my hair aside. “Look at how formidable we made you.”

When his teeth sink into the shell of my ear, I moan again, sparks flying with each sensation. It’s all building to the grand finale, but I know he’ll make me work for it. Nothing is easy with Xander.

“I hate the person you made me.”

“Do you?” he grunts. “Because I find that hard to believe.”

I’m climbing a steep cliff, dragging myself up inch by agonising inch. His cock worshipping me shoves me higher up that slope until I can see the tempting fall once more. The edge I need him to throw me off.

This is what he’s reduced me to. A submissive, needy wreck, willing to sacrifice my integrity and secrets just to earn his surrender. Just when I thought I couldn’t stoop any lower.

“You want the truth?” I grit out.

Xander drags his nails over my skin, leaving scratches behind. “Yes. Admit it.”

“Admit that if it wasn’t for you… I wouldn’t be here at all.” My legs quiver as my climax nears.

“More, little toy.”

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