Page 88 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Pleasure swirled with pain.

I wrenched my head out of his grip and turned my head to the side while I gasped for air. My breathing was uncomfortably loud in the quiet room. Even the flames had stopped screaming. The hearth crackled and popped beside us.

Loosening my grip on the tangle of blankets surrounding us, I scooted further away from Orion.

With another shaky breath, I glanced over at the quiet king.

His pretty features were sharp as glass, and Orion stared at me without blinking.

“That was a mistake,” I whispered. My gaze dropped to his glistening lips, and my voice sounded unsure as I asked, “Right?”

He moved in a blur.

Fingers were tangled in my curls, and I was yanked forward aggressively.

Orion smashed my face back against his.

Our teeth clicked together.

This time, he didn’t kiss nicely; he pressed his lips against mine with fevered intensity.

I blinked and found myself on my back in front of the fire with Orion pressed against me, pinning me to the ground.

Pleasure made my head swirl.

Pain made my back burn.

His hips ground against mine, creating the most delicious frictions.

For a long second, I lay still and enjoyed the overwhelming sensations. My head spun like I’d drunk a bottle of demon brew.

The haziness was worse than it had ever been.

I blinked.

Orion hovered on top of me and mouthed, “Sweetheart, my brothers may call you their slave.” He ground his hardness against my core with so much force that I saw stars. “But we both know who you belonged to first.”

Pain streaked down my back like I’d been shot.

Great. I was also a pervert.

I closed my eyes, then opened them.

“Enough,” I whispered between gasps as I tried to push him back.

His dark eyes were glazed with lust, and he kissed me harder.

I let him slam me back against the carpet.

Pretended his punishing kiss and the movement of his hips weren’t sending me close to catatonic pain.

I pretended I was a normal woman.

He was a normal man.

He gripped my ass as he pushed his hard length against me like he was trying to fuck me through our clothes.

“Mine,” he whispered as his tongue slammed deeper into my mouth.

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