Page 63 of Cruel Knots

A cool draft skims over my exposed ass cheeks. “Stop! Please,” I whimper.

“This is probably a good position for you, Lucia,” he says in an icy tone that sends my terror spiking. “This way, you won’t be disgusted by my ugly face.”

“Please, stop,” I sob as he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. The wet, squelching sound they make has me squeezing my thighs tighter.

Rough chuckles escape him. “You were always so sweet and innocent, Lucia. Who knew you’d grow up to be such a sexy, little masochist who enjoys pain and fear?”

My eyes widen with realization. It explains why my body keeps reacting this way to him and his brothers’ cruelty.

Damien’s fingers are rough as he spears them inside me. I squirm, struggling to hide my body’s arousal but the wet, squelching noise my pussy makes gives me away easily. My scent mingles with the cold air, leaving no doubt about what it needs.

“Please, stop!” I shout, twisting my body to throw him off me. He wants to wrench my pleasure out of me, more to humiliate me than anything else.

I claw at the leaves and dirt underneath me. Fear and desperation run through my veins like icy water. I’m barely able to breathe with his heavy weight on me, and yet, I can feel the delicious tingling of pleasure pulsing through my core.

Focusing on the pleasure will give me an escape but doing so will be a sign of my surrender. No matter how much I owe him, I don’t want to submit to his cruelty.

I twist my body in a bid to make him shift his hand away from my pussy but he just laughs at my effort.

“All this struggle has gotten me hard, Princess,” he whispers in my ear. Something stiff prods against my naked ass cheek. “Do you feel that?” he asks. “I feel like I’m going rip through my pants.”

My core tightens at his words. My pussy sucks his fingers in deeper as I grind my hips against his hand like a greedy bitch in heat.

My climax hits me like a tsunami wave, erasing every thought from my head. My walls squeeze against his fingers while my body shudders against him.

Tears of humiliation run down my face. My body loves what he’s doing to me but my mind hates him for it.

The sound of ripping fabric breaks me out of my thoughts. Damien tears my dress apart and throws the pieces away, leaving me completely bare to him.

“This is how you like it, don’t you?” he says in a low, husky voice that thrums through me. His hand slithers down my back to reach the end of my spine and cups a buttcheek.

Why did his hands have to feel so warm? My cold body arches into him, greedily soaking up the heat that seeps through his clothes.

“Oww!” I gasp as his hand cracks against my left ass cheek.

“Don’t move,” he commands, proceeding to lay a few more slaps on my ass. The soft, sensitive skin burns. A cool draft blows by, making it sting worse.

His finger slides along my pussy lips. “You're soaking wet, Princess,” he says in an appreciative tone.

Next moment, I hear the sound of clinking metal against leather, followed by the shift of fabric. He presses down on me harder, making sure I stay still underneath him.

The thick head of his cock prods my entrance. A moan escapes me as it pushes through my tight folds. I lie still, hungry for his hot, pulsing cock to fill me up.

Damien thrusts into me with one hard, vicious stroke, slipping into my tight channel. Pulling back, he plunges in again, impaling me deeper than I’m prepared for.

I cry out, my body bucking from the painful intrusion, but he holds me down with sheer force.

“Shh,” he whispers against my ear as I whimper. “It’ll be okay, darling.”

Grabbing my hips, he lifts my ass. The slow pace allows me to get used to his thick girth, allowing me to feel pleasure from the hot friction of his cock. Damien tightens his hold on my hips and drags me onto his cock.

I moan out from the thrust and rise on my elbows to support my weight better.

“You’re never running from me again, Lucia,” he says, starting to thrust into me with long, hard strokes. “You belong to me now. Do you understand, darling?” He yanks me over his cock just as I attempt to get away from him.

“Answer me,” he growls, pistoning inside me.

“No,” I mutter stubbornly.

---