Page 64 of Cruel Knots

“Fine by me,” he grates through clenched teeth. “I don’t mind doing this over and over again either.”

I cry out, both from my distress and the pleasure invading my body.

“Keep fighting me, Lucia,” he says, plunging into me. “It just makes my dick harder for you.”

I try staying still and quiet. Obeying him will stop me from feeding his sick fantasies but I fail at that too. Obscene noises escape me as my core tightens and pulses around his hot cock.

Damien’s cock wrenches out orgasm after orgasm, leaving my body deplete of any energy. While I’m starting to tire out, Damien keeps going like he’s some supernatural beast. Being surrounded by these dense woods, my darkest fantasies come alive.

My knees must be badly scraped by now but I feel no sting. My whole mind is focused on the ecstatic sensations zinging through me.

Eventually, I let go. My body revels in the feeling of complete submission, of being used with absolutely no regard to my feelings or willingness.

Maybe I am a masochist, I think as my mind turns hazy with lust.

Damien’s hold on my hips tightens almost painfully as he comes to a sudden halt. Next second, his body shudders against mine while his cock twitches and jerks inside me.

Blistering hot cum rushes deep inside me, filling me to the brim. He thrusts into me a couple more times while my walls squeeze his cock, making sure he sheds the last of his seeds inside me.

A low grunt escapes him as he gently pulls out of me and finally lets me go.

I have all the opportunity to run from him but my body feels battered and exhausted in the best possible way. There’s barely any energy left in me to even move.

I roll over on my back. Patches of the blue sky peek at me through the gaps in foliage and tree branches. My breaths come out in low, shallow pants as my body slowly cools down.

Damien forces my thighs apart and slides between them, covering my body with his. Hovering over me, he gazes deep into my eyes.

Surprise flickers through me as I meet his searching gaze. Damien’s scars don’t bother me anymore, allowing me to stare at him without flinching.

He leans down, making me think he’s going to kiss me.

“Oww,” I moan out as his teeth sink into the apple of my right cheek.

“Mine,” he growls before moving off me.

My cheeks heat up at the look of pure appreciation in his gaze.

“No one has the right to look at you right now,” he says with a groan. Next moment, he unbuttons his shirt and shirks it off his broad, muscular shoulders.

Leaning down, he pulls me into a sitting position. As if I were a child, he puts my arms through the sleeves and buttons up the shirt for me.

“This’ll do for now,” he mutters to himself. With a sudden move, he hoists me off the ground.

A squeal escapes me as I rush to throw my arms around his neck to avoid falling.

My bare feet are crying tears of gratitude to not be walking on the splinter-covered forest floor. His warmth seeps into me, making me unconsciously tighten my arms around him.

“I can walk,” I lie.

He grunts in response and looks straight ahead.

My head falls against his chest. I don’t even care I’m seeking comfort from the man who just forced himself on me.

There’s no doubt about it. I am a fucking masochist.

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