Page 78 of Lord of Debauchery

“Oh. Oh, God.” She was trembling in my arms, taking gasping breaths. “I’m not lying.”

“You know,” I said as I kept my grip around her lovely throat while I unfastened my jeans, “they say time heals all wounds, which of course is absolute bullshit. However, our minds play tricks on us, allowing us to forget the worst parts about the past so we can proceed living once again.”

“Memories are unjust for so many.”

“Yes, a truly profound statement.” I fought to slide the dense material down my hips, wanting nothing to interfere when I thrust my cock inside. “Time can seem endless, yet it’s flawed. Some think they can remember every detail, every hour, every week, every year but our brain’s capacity isn’t a massive computer system like everyone believes. We eventually forget. I’m curious. Don’t you think it’s fascinating the coincidence that your father is watching over my uncle as they prepare to destroy the world as we know it?”

“You honestly think I was goaded into buying a bed and breakfast on the off chance you’d be stopping by with three of your goons? Believe what you want to believe, but my father is a total pig and I wouldn’t mind putting a bullet between his eyes.”

I positioned my cockhead and thrust every inch inside. Her moans were adorable and ragged, floating up to the heavens. She was gripping the railing so tightly I sensed her fingers were killing her.

Pulling out, I drove into her again, rolling onto the balls of my feet so she had to rise onto her toes. Her body continued to shake, every moan full of fearful quivers. Her pussy felt damn good, just as tight as before. She was so wet that I wanted nothing more than to bury my face into her sweet heat.

But this was once and for all letting her know she would never be in control of any aspect of our lives.

She panted, trying to meet every brutal thrust even though the terror clearly remained within her. It would be impossible for either one of us to deny what we shared, the way we felt about each other. I wanted to believe her, but the coincidences truly made it difficult.

“Who told you the B & B was for sale?”

All of a sudden, she faltered. “That wasn’t a lie either. My ex best friend who slept with my boyfriend, although it still seems odd.”

“Why does that shock you?”

“Because it just came out of the blue. We were still friends then,” she breathed, grinding her hips back and forth. “Maybe I’m searching too hard for answers. I thought her suggestion was sweet. Little did I know she was hoping I’d leave town.”

“Perhaps for more than one reason. I’ll need names. I might as well rule them out. At this point, no one can be trusted.”

“You can trust me. I don’t have anything left.”

“I want to, baby. I so want to.”

As I continued fucking her, both our sounds shifted into being less about business and more about the intensity of our passion.

Goddamn, I adored this woman. I craved to feel every inch of her. I longed to have her solely as my possession. The moment was far too enjoyable even if I had some Neanderthal need to claim every hole. That would come later after I was finished with my interrogation.

For what had to be five full minutes, we were nothing but primal beasts enjoying the moment of mating in the wild.

“Would you tell me if you were a mole?” My hold around her throat was no longer tight. I curled my fingers, rubbing my knuckles against the side of her face. She was chilled to the bone on one level from fear and sick dread.

“Would you believe me either way? If what you say is true about the man, he deserves to die.”

Together we moved as one, our bodies woven tightly together, the wash of passion more powerful than the two of us.

“I want to believe you, my little fighter. You’re like a perfect animal in the wild, unpredictable and cunning.”

“And I want to hate you.”

It was impossible not to like her comments, her sass. Laughing, I raked my fingernails down her arm as I continued fucking her, driving my cock in long and brutal plunges. “Didn’t you know hate and passion are closely related? They can take your breath away one minute while fueling the darkest part of you the next. Similar to good versus evil. The range of emotions is as hateful as it is incredible.”

“My, adding philosopher to your list of talents?” Breathless, she had her eyelids mostly closed, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. I could easily stay mesmerized by her beauty for hours on end. I sensed she was drawing closer to an orgasm and slowed down my savage thrusts, allowing her to enjoy the moment.

But the evil man inside of me, the ugly beast that few people were unfortunate enough to see reared its ugly head. I cracked my hand against her right butt cheek several times in rapid succession.

“You embody raw rage and brutal destruction,” she breathed, finally losing all control. I allowed her to throw back her head, releasing a sharp cry toward the stars now floating in the sky.

And I rocketed into her, fucking her like the very brutal beast I truly was.

“That’s it, come again for me, baby. I love to have your cum slickening my thick cock.” My tone was gruff, devoid of any emotion as I commanded her. I was pleasantly surprised she was able to obey me, her body shooting into pure ecstasy. I sensed it. I felt it as her body convulsed.

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