Page 66 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One

“Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.”

I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, unprepared to show her what’s underneath. “Oh, I plan to, princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.”

My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes widen, and she winces as I ram myself deep into her warmth, breaking her barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I feel like an asshole until I see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Told you I don’t do gentle,” I grunt. “I don’t care that you’re a virgin. I’m gonna fuck you raw, and you’re gonna beg for me.”

Her arms and legs wrap around me, welcoming the intrusion. She claws her way under my shirt, and I let her. The sharp scrape of her nails against my back breaks the skin. Maybe it’s her way of getting revenge. My cock twitches in her hot cunt.

“Yes, princess, let me feel your pain.”

Her teeth clamp onto me and puncture my skin, encouraging me to keep going. I thrust mercilessly into her, desperate for my release. A wild animal unleashed with no way of being contained.

My hand drops to her clit, and she whimpers on my shoulder. “You like being my slut?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good girl, taking all of me. Your pussy is so tight, baby. Do you feel you’re worth something now you have my big cock stuffed in your tight little cunt?”

“Yes,” she screams. “Jesus, yes.”

My hands grip her ass as my fingers dig into the ample flesh before I latch on her nipple and bite. “Jesus could never make you feel this good. You’re fuckin’ the devil.”

Her teeth dig into my shoulder. She breaks the skin and then laps at the spot, tasting my blood and desire. Her body arches, moving us off the bed like a demon possessed. She pants, her hips rising, her moans needy and wanton. She wraps her legs tightly around me, her feet pushing against my ass, trying to force me deeper until she screams her orgasm so loudly that I’m grateful for the soundproofed room.

Slowing my pace, I glance down at her and do something that shocks me for the second time that night. I kiss her. She tastes just as sweet the second time. I’m becoming addicted to the taste of her lips.

“I’m going to pull out now. You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of how well you took my cock, and I’m going to reward you.”

“Please.”

Pulling out slowly, my gaze locks on her as my hand pumps my slick dick coated in her cum. I crawl up the bed, and her eyes widen as I grow harder. Fear flickers in her irises. Her mask may hide half her face, but it can’t hide how expressive those irises are.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to sully your pretty little face with my cum, so when you leave this room, every fucker in this place and beyond will know you’re mine. That I own you.”

I aim my cock at her face and fist her hair in my hand. I yank her head back and pump my dick a few times before a desperate groan escapes my lips. Ropes of cum cascade onto her pretty face.

“Now you don’t look like a princess anymore, but my personal pretty little whore.” I bend, kissing the top of her head. “You did good, baby. I’m very proud of you.” Shifting, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms before covering us with the blanket. She sighs into my chest as I kiss the top of her head. “You all right?”

“Yes. Perfect,” she says as she nestles into my arms, and then we drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m in the room alone. The princess is gone, and an ache I haven’t experienced in over a decade pierces my chest.

Chapter 4

ENZO

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Enzo. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Luc screams and gasps simultaneously.

“I know,” I say.

Luc wraps a cloth around his dick, desperate to extinguish the fire. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless. I’m nowhere near done with him yet. But I’m too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing before me to be bothered with him right now.

Six months, I’ve been looking for the little princess. I had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again.

“It’s nice to see you again.” My gazeroams her naked body, and I grunt.

Taking off my suit jacket, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Ciaran and Finn. Ciaran chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs and looks away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got fucked up by the mob bosses who run this town. But some of us, like Ciaran, got more fucked up than the rest.

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