Page 152 of Awakened by Sin

“I learned to hold back from a very young age. I’ve never done what I wanted, I always did what was required, and I was fine with that.” His voice roughened as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock. He stroked her hair. “You come to me, asking me to forget years of conditioning.”

He yanked her head back and stared at her, eyes devoid of anything civilized and gentle.

“It’s dangerous to tell someone to let go when you don’t know what’s inside them.”

She licked her lips as her heart galloped in her chest. “What’s inside you?”

“I’ll show you.”

He yanked her up with that brutal grip on her arm and threw her on the couch. He ripped off her thong and clutched her thighs against his chest and rose. Her top half hung upside down, back arched and hands planted on the couch cushions. She wasn’t prepared for him to enter her, and she let out a choked scream. Before her body could fully adjust to the intrusion, he was moving—hard, brutal thrusts that took her breath away. He was hitting spots that made her eyes roll. She was as helpless as the girl Angel finger fucked.

“Marcus, Marcus.” She wasn’t sure whether she was pleading for mercy or for more.

She would come. It had to be the fastest climax on record. That couldn’t happen. It wasn’t enough—not yet. Her body might be sated, but her demons were still bloodthirsty for more. It would be over too soon. She began to fight—twisting, screaming, thrashing.

“What the fuck?”

Marcus dropped her, and she landed on the couch. She rolled off and stumbled toward the stairs on unsteady legs, but once again, she didn’t make it. Marcus grabbed a handful of her dress and yanked. The sound of ripping fabric made her scalp tingle as she fell forward. She ignored the sting in her hands and tried to get away, stilettos trying to find purchase on the slick floor. They ripped her dress as they fought, and she felt a draft on her back before the dress fell away. He pinned her on her stomach and placed his thighs on either side of hers as he entered her again. He rode her hard. She cried out and clawed the floor as she tried to get away from him. He was so deep, he was stabbing her cervix. The pain and pleasure of it silenced her clamoring demons. Color returned to her world and her senses came back to life, throbbing and pulsing. She could smell a faint lemon scent wafting off the cold, unforgiving ground beneath her as she panted. She could feel the tiny hairs on Marcus’s arm brushing against her cheek with each thrust. He was fucking her back to life.

“Do you know what it does to me to see you like this? At my mercy?” Marcus growled.

She thrashed beneath him. Her pussy was burning; she was high on lust and craved more. She wanted her head to explode. As if he sensed this, he pulled out. His weight disappeared, and she lay shaking on the floor until he grabbed her by the hair. She followed on her knees to the glass wall. He leaned against it and forced his dick in her mouth with both hands clenched her hair. The taste of them made her moan. She gripped the leg of his pants as he fucked her mouth.

“Your lipstick is all over my dick. I love that. What did you say before? That you were thinking of fucking someone else?”

She hummed, and he yanked her away from his cock. She needed it so badly that she wrapped her hand around it and continued to stroke it. His face was carved with savage lust. He was out of control and so was she. She was cock drunk and loving it.

He gripped her face. “Who owns you?”

“You do.”

He leaned down and kissed her, biting, licking, sucking as she panted with her eyes closed.

“You give yourself to me?”

“Yes. Take me. Everything.”

“I’m glad you said that.”

He yanked her up with a hold on her throat. She staggered on legs that felt like water. He bent her over. Her hands came out instinctively and hit the glass. She moaned as his fingers slid into her raw pussy. She was dripping, even down her legs. His slick fingers circled her asshole and then slid in. The new burn made her clench her teeth.

“Did he fuck your ass?” Marcus murmured.

“I-it wasn’t his thing.”

His chuckle made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand. She opened her eyes and saw his reflection in the glass as his fingers played with her ass. He looked as if she was putting him through excruciating pain. It made her lightheaded with anticipation.

“It’s my thing,” Marcus said as he stretched her.

She pranced on her stilettos. “No.”

His fingers paused. He yanked out without warning and slapped her hard enough to make her shriek and ram into the glass to get away from him. Holy shit. He crowded her against the glass and gripped her throat. She reached back and grabbed his wrist in panic as his hand slid back into her ass.

“You take what I give you,” he hissed in her ear as he fucked her brutally with his fingers.

She trembled and nodded.

“Tell me again.”

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