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“Want more?” he asked.

His tone was hard, cold, verging on annoying.

“Speak!” he shouted, concerned. Slightly.

“I can’t cum anymore.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, one hand on the back of my head, pressing my head down as he slammed his cock into me in one swift move, stabbing so deeply inside me that the bench rocked forward. His hand dug into my hair, pulled my head back even while he pressed my back down with his other.

He fucked just as mercilessly as he hit me.

His rock-hard shaft impaled me repeatedly.

As he indulged himself, it was like I had faded into the background, my existence forgotten.

It was a glorious mind fuck, and my very favorite kind of pain.

He didn’t take long. With a few more powerful movements and a guttural grunt, he forcefully yanked my head back, releasing an earth-shattering roar of pleasure.

Gradually, I caught my breath as the world stopped spinning, and I realized two things.

One, he’d awakened my depraved mind.

And the second... I wanted more.

Chapter Fourteen

Luc

I was going to Hell.

I knew that the second she stepped into my playroom and smiled at me. I didn’t know what it was about her, but after marking her while she slept, the desire to consume her overrode every sane thought I had. I tried to think logically that she and I would never work. That I was too old. Too set in my ways, that when it boiled down to it, the reality of us would never work.

Fuck reality.

I always preferred the darker side of life, anyway.

Besides, if I was going to spend the rest of my life in Hell, I may as well enjoy the fucking ride while I could.

Carrying her sleeping form over to the bed, I noticed how small she really was. How perfectly she fit in my arms. She was a tiny thing, barely coming up to my chest. But I knew looks could be deceiving. What looked like a cute little Barbie doll was nothing more than a feral pain slut who craved the dark and depraved. A woman after my own heart. Any other woman and I would have to hold back, forgoing my pleasure, but not with her. I knew that the second she moaned when my belt hit her now-red ass.

Carefully laying her on the soft cool sheets, I rolled her over onto her stomach, before reaching into the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing the arnica cream. While I liked dishing out punishments for my own perverse enjoyment, I wasn’t a fucking bastard.

After applying the cream to her tender backside, I checked her over to make sure that no lasting marks would remain.

That’s when I saw cum leaking from her used pussy.

Sitting back, I stared at the milky cream slowly oozing out of her swollen pink lips and frowned.

I rode her bareback.

In my haste to have her, I forgot to wrap up.

Well, shit!

Placing the cream on the nightstand, I stood and walked out of the room. Making sure the door was secure before I headed downstairs. Entering the main room, I walked over to the bar and sat, noticing Slash sitting at the other end, nursing a bottle of beer.

Mouth walked over. “What you want, Luc?”

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