Page 61 of Snitches and Serpents

Throwing my head back, I rest it against the smooth wall.

My heart pounds against my ribs.

I start in surprise as Tristan suddenly wraps his free hand around my throat. Snapping my eyes open again, I whip my head back down to stare at him while he pulls out and then rams his cock inside me again.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you,” he orders.

His commanding voice splits the air like a gunshot. I can practically hear it echoing between the pale walls.

“Good,” he says, his hard green eyes locked on me. “Now, keep them there.”

Even though I do keep my eyes on him, he doesn’t remove his hand from my throat. His other also remains around my thigh, keeping me balancing on one leg as he pounds into me. I reach up between us and wrap my hands around his forearm in an effort to keep my balance.

Tristan studies the expression on my face. Then he lifts my leg up a little higher.

I gasp as the change in position makes his cock grind hard against my clit with every thrust.

Satisfaction glints in his eyes.

Keeping me like that, he fucks me so hard that my back hits the wall with a thud after every thrust. Tension builds inside me. I try to shift my position to relieve the bolts of pleasure that crackle through me every time he slams his cock into me, but his hands trap me helplessly in place.

My eyes flutter as the pleasure inside me builds.

Tristan picks up the pace. Moans and whimpers drip from my lips as he rails me against the wall. I try desperately to hold back as I spin uncontrollably towards an orgasm. I can’t let him win. I can’t?—

His cock hits a spot deep inside me, and pleasure ricochets through my body.

I suck in a sharp breath as release crashes into me. Tristan keeps fucking me without mercy. His cock grinds against my throbbing clit with every possessive thrust. It makes light flash before my eyes again.

But when the waves of pleasure die down, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he simply keeps fucking me towards another orgasm. Small flickers of pain ripple through my sensitive clit after the orgasm, but it’s quickly replaced by building pleasure again.

With my eyes still on his, I drag in unsteady breaths. I don’t know if I can survive another orgasm like this. My heart is going to give out. My brain is going to short-circuit.

If Tristan can see the pleading desperation in my eyes, he ignores it completely. Pleasure spikes through me with each hard thrust of his hips.

And the tension inside me keeps building. It thrashes behind my ribs like a thunderstorm. I think my legs are shaking. The world around me tilts, and I tighten my grip on Tristan’s forearm.

“Oh God,” I gasp out as I soar towards the edge of another orgasm.

“There you go again, pleading with God.” Unflinching power pulses in his eyes as he stares me down. “If you’re going to beg someone, it’s going to be me.”

His fingers suddenly squeeze my neck with expert precision, cutting off my air completely without causing pain.

I try to gasp in surprise, but I can’t get any air into my lungs.

Tristan’s commanding eyes bore into mine as he keeps fucking me like he owns me.

“I control your pleasure,” he says between each dominating thrust. “I control your body.” His fingers flex around my throat. “I control your life. Your very existence.”

I thought the lack of air was going to make me panic. I thought it was going to kill the pleasure thrumming inside me. But instead, it has the opposite effect.

Dark desire courses through me like liquid fire as Tristan chokes me and fucks me as if he’s a god. As if he’s my god.

My back hits the wall with soft thuds as he slams into me. I try to draw in a breath, but he keeps his hand firmly around my throat as he stares me down. My lungs burn. The tension trapped inside me is so violent that I think it’s going to rip me apart from the inside.

I need release.

I need air.

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