Page 61 of Pitiful Lies

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

Fuck me.

She’s got me reduced to one word sentences. But she doesn’t seem to mind.

Giselle exhales sharply, but she’s already unzipping her skirt, tugging the tight material over her hips and bending down to take it off.

“Leave the shoes,” I growl, and she swallows.

Next, she takes off her blouse, and I almost fucking fall down.

She is standing there clad only in her matching bra and panties, both made out of some sheer nude material revealing every inch of her delicious body, and those goddamn fuck me heels.

Shit. Fuck.

I reach for her and pull her close. Even in heels, she is so much smaller than me. So petite and precious. And I fucking love it.

Little Doll is perfect. Her soft curves fit my hard body, and I love the feel of her weight in my hands as I grab her by the ass and lift her off the floor.

“Angel!” she startles.

But I’m not backing down. In fact, I am already swallowing the sound of her pitiful protests.

The caged beast that dwells deep inside me, the one I keep hidden from most of the world starts to wake.

It’s like my darkness is attracted to the light in her, and when I have her in my arms like this, I can’t spare the energy to keep that part of me locked away.

And it’s okay. I don’t have to. Even that unhinged fucking part of me won’t hurt her. It’s something I’m just not capable of.

Not ever.

I lick into her mouth. The taste of sugar and lemons dances across my tongue and I moan.

I squeeze her ass cheeks, pushing one hand further between her legs until I find her soaked and hot, those puny panties doing nothing to hide her from me.

“Damn, Little Doll. You’re so goddam wet, so hot. This all for me? Tell me,” I growl against her mouth.

“Please,” she begs.

But I won’t be moved. Not until she gives me what I want.

“Tell me who owns this fucking body.”

I should be patient, calm, and gentle.

All those things.

But I’m not. It’s just not part of my chemical makeup. And I might want Koukla for everything she is, but I need her to want me for all that I am.

No more. No less.

I want her to take me as I am. To crave all of me the way I crave her.

All the good and bad bits. The sick, fucking depraved parts of my soul.

Blood is thundering through my veins, and I feel more animal than man. Giselle’s eyes widen and her lips part as I coast my fingers across her clit.

I give her sex a wet sounding slap.

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