Page 192 of The Harbinger

I exhaled, my blood pounding in my head, my wound throbbing, but his body gliding in and out tipped my thoughts away from the pain.

He moaned, his hand smoothing over my backside as he stared down at himself, watching his cock.

A spike of pressure filled me from the sight, and I nearly lost my balance. Sacha took hold of my thigh and pushed it onto the bench beside me, placing my knee onto the padded surface, then continued his pumping.

He’d placed my ass at a better angle for the mirror, allowing a better view of what he did to me. I bit my lip and watched as though it were forbidden, yet he’d encouraged it.

The pressure continued to build, but it wouldn’t push me over the edge without more friction. I’d sat on the precipice for too long, and my legs couldn’t hold out any longer. My throat constricted, and he only pulled tighter the harder he pounded inside of me.

I collapsed to my shoulder and reached between my thighs, rubbing my throbbing clit. My body clenched, my abs seized, and my toes that weren’t on the floor pointed as I careened over the edge in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

My cries of pleasure came out in guttural groans and cracked screams as he slammed in harder, his thrusts punishing and brutal as his fist wrapped around the leather and tugged.

All oxygen ceased as my orgasm peaked again before it ended, sending me through waves of ecstasy. My face turned crimson, and the veins in my throat bulged against the belt.

He hit harder, jerking my neck back, forcing me back up onto my hands.

“Watch how perfect you are,” he said with a grunt.

His face fell, and the hard lines of concentration bled away into a slackened expression as he stilled deep inside of me and came, his mouth open in utter bliss.

Sacha released the belt, and air swooshed into my lungs like water rushing through a broken dam.

I gasped and sputtered, and he pulled out of me, then spread my ass and tipped me toward the mirror.

“Watch.”

I rubbed my throat, my gaze zeroing in on the dark hole he’d stretched wide, my wounded head drowning in a haze of bliss. A trickle of cum ran down my glistening pussy lips and dripped onto the floor beneath me.

He rubbed his knuckles along my seam, and I jerked forward as he slid along my abused clit. “What a beautiful sight.”

Chapter 50

Mia

Sacha’slipstrailedlazykisses along the fresh wound on my wrist, each touch sending pleasure coursing through my body. Doctor Sergei had prescribed a healthy dose of painkillers for my headache and ordered me to rest, but I couldn’t resist the allure of Sacha’s touch.

“I know why I did it.”

“Desperation drives a man to do crazy things. You were scared. I understand.”

I fixed my hair against my pillow, tucking it away from my face, his leg draped possessively over mine.

“Not last night. The first time.”

Last night was out of desperation. He’d killed two people in front of me and admitted to dozens more beforehand. But despite all that, something deep down inside me cemented my place here… with him. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it was the same something that had me wanting to spill my every secret whenever it emerged.

It was still nothing compared to the dark depression I’d experienced when I tried taking my own life.

He slipped his tongue against the shallow wound and licked its entirety. “I’m listening.”

A sharp sting trailed my wrist, followed by the cool breeze of his breath against his saliva, and I moaned, pressing my body closer to him.

“I was sixteen and in a rut, mentally. My parents were the enemy, taking away everything that mattered. No phone, no friends, and no school. They sent me to some fancy academy, but it only made things worse. I tried to escape through music, but they even took that away.” I shook my head, reliving the argument when they’d barred my favorite bands. “After that, I developed an eating disorder, and so they sent me to therapy. Things seemed to get better, but then the depression hit. The fights got worse, and the silence grew louder.”

I took a deep breath, the memory hitting me like a freight train. “I snuck out one night and got drunk with friends. But when I came back, my sister was there waiting for me. She was always my lookout, but she spilled everything to my parents that night.” The pain and betrayal still echoed in my mind. “My parents convinced her I would get myself killed, so she ratted me out. It was the worst fight we’d ever had.”

And then the hate and anger exploded. “I told Lex it was her fault we were fighting. If she hadn’t opened her mouth, everything would be fine. And then I told my parents I hated them. I ran to my room, grabbed a hunting knife, and slashed my wrists without a second thought. I guess alcohol gives you courage but also erases your filter.”

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