Page 50 of Lord of Debauchery

He was so muscular, his upper body strength incredible. So when he flipped me over as if I weighed nothing, lifting me onto my hands and knees, all I could do was laugh nervously. He issued another harsh reminder he’d meant what he said about being in charge by smacking my bruised and aching bottom with his hand three times. Of course, I yelped, which is what he was going for.

The possessive man wrapped his hand around my hair, keeping my eyes pointed toward the wall as he thrust his cock back into my overheated pussy. As before, my muscles clamped down, attempting to pull him in even deeper inside.

Every time he rocked into me, I bucked hard against him, our flirtatious nature always leading to intense fighting. Somehow, I had a feeling he loved it as much as I did, even though I continued to infuriate him. Everything about him was different tonight, much more controlling in an easygoing way. It made him that much more attractive.

If that was even possible.

He pumped hard and fast, his breathing becoming as labored as mine. When he loosened his hold on my hair, I slowly dropped my head, stars floating in front of my eyes. He rubbed the rough pads of his fingers down my spine, issuing a series of raspy breaths as he slid them between my ass cheeks. There was nothing to prepare me for when he drove his thumb into my asshole.

I threw my head back, screaming at the top of my lungs from surprise, not pain. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

He laughed softly and covered his body with mine. “Are you ready for the real thing, baby girl? My big. Fat. Cock?”

“Yes.” I no longer recognized my voice. It was much deeper, the inflections entirely different. Maybe I’d needed someone like this man, dominating yet caring. Or at least it seemed he cared about me.

It was all still muddled given the short period of time but the moment he pushed his cockhead into my asshole, I was blown away by the way the nerve endings seemed to come alive. While there was discomfort morphing into pure pain, it was quickly replaced with a roar of delight, adding to the excitement of just being with the man.

I would never be able to understand or explain the way I felt other than the moments we shared together truly were magical.

Yes, they weren’t real or at least they shouldn’t be but at this moment I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed as he slowly slipped the last few inches inside. When his cock was fully seated, I couldn’t seem to stop making mewing sounds.

His dark chuckle was devilish, more so than the growls from before. He pulled out, driving into me again, suddenly gripping both my hips with his large hands. As he developed the same kind of beautiful rhythm, every beat perfectly in time to some unknown music, a series of echoes pulsed in my ears.

I’d never wanted to do something so filthy, even pushing a former boyfriend out of my life because he’d kept pushing me. But this was… Incredible. I was meeting every brutal thrust, pushing back against him as he covered my body with his for a second time. We rocked as if one, although we were far from it. Still, there was a sense of peace, as if the danger we’d experienced really didn’t exist.

Maybe we were doing what we could to mask the horror. I knew I was. How could anyone live through those kinds of attacks? He’d been injured but he still acted as if he was invincible. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t crying out in pain. It was crazy in my mind, much like everything else. How long had it been? One day? Two? I wasn’t even certain any longer given nothing seemed real.

I was pulled into a sweet vacuum, doing everything I could to keep my wits together. For what had to be five or six minutes, his stamina remained, the man savagely fucking the woman he claimed he owned. But as soon as I sensed he was starting to lose control, I squeezed my muscles.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he roared, his entire body shaking violently as he erupted inside. But he pulled out before he was finished and the heat of his cum as he shifted his cock back and forth was breath stealing.

I’d never had a man paint me with his seed.

His body continued jerking, his fingers digging into my skin. I was shocked when he collapsed over me, shifting one leg until it was over both of mine.

I doubted the man had a romantic bone in his body, but the comfort of feeling most of his weight on my back was amazing.

And exactly what I needed. Together we remained for some time, Beckham keeping his hand pressed against my back possessively. I felt safe, cared for, and so protected. As if he’d never allow anything to happen to me.

I slipped one arm under my chin, resting my head on it as I thought about what had occurred. With night falling and the limited light in the room, shadows were created on the walls. “What’s it like to be you? And even more important, who are you really, Beckham? You’re not at all what I thought you’d be.” Why in God’s name I asked that question was beyond me, but I was genuinely interested.

“I’m not certain if that’s good or bad.”

“It’s… complex and difficult to put into words.” And it was.

“Fair enough. As far as who I am, I’m a product of my upbringing just like everyone else.”

“Interesting since your upbringing had piles of money.”

He laughed although the sound was almost sleepy. “I assure you that my childhood is not what you think.”

“Not all lavish parties and women hanging on your every word?” I shifted my body, pulling from his grasp so we could look at each other.

As he slipped fingers underneath strands of hair, I could tell he’d moved from being amused with my questions and bold statements to being reflective. He flipped my hair before brushing his fingers down my arm. The moment was strangely unsettling. “When the boys my age were out playing softball or football, I was being trained like a military recruit, taught everything from information about counterterrorism attacks to selecting the right weapon. I used to watch my two brothers enjoying their lives, including going to homecomings and proms. I wasn’t allowed.”

“Why?”

“One reason was that my father had been issued several unknown threats during my senior year in high school. That shifted into my first year of college as well, which required me to have bodyguards following me like lap dogs.” He laughed. “I know why you have an aversion to my soldiers. I assure you I did back then as well.”

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