Page 113 of The Harbinger

His cock twitched inside of me. He spit, and a warm drizzle snaked down my ass, pooling around his penetrating thumb.

“You want me to take every hole of yours. Don’t you, Mia?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Use me.”

He thrust his cock inside me, then replaced his thumb with two fingers swirling around my puckered entrance, stretching, and working until I was ready for him.

A moan shattered from my strained throat.“Mmm. More.”

“In time, dirty slut.”

His hips slapped against me, again and again, my mind lost in the rhythm of his body touching mine, his fingers digging into my wrists, his hips punishing me. He stilled, then withdrew with a grunt. Hot splashes of cum coated my ass and rolled into the crevice, where his fingers pushed in and out of me.

“There we go.” He withdrew his fingers and swirled his cum around with them, then pushed them back inside my dark hole.

“Oh god.”

My hands broke free from his grasp, and I wrapped them around his thighs, holding him close as his two fingers stretched me with burning agony. My knees weakened, but I held steadfast, afraid of what the consequences might be if I were to fall.

His fingers pulled from my ass and gathered the cum dripping down my cheek, slathering it all over my virgin entrance, his cock sat heavy against it.

“Bite down on something. This is going to hurt.”

“Wait—”

Stars erupted across my vision as shards of glass ripped into me, tearing my body in two, his cock slamming deep. Muffled screams fell away from my pressed lips as he grunted above me.

“You’re so tight,milaya.”

He gripped my hips, his fingertips disappearing into my flesh as he pulled me closer, his cock sinking in further.

“It hurts.” I cried as a wave of warmth spread across my skin and a silky sheen of sweat beaded down my spine.

“You can take it. Can’t you,milaya?”

He moved, the splintering ache paralyzing me in place, allowing him to defile me as I’d asked. My body formed around him, my nails biting into his thighs.

Did I deserve this, his hate, touch, warmth, and silence? Maybe I did. Maybe he was right.

I was nothing.

I steadied myself, steeled my jaw tight, and grunted with each thrust. “More.”

He powered into me.

“Again.”

My nails dug deeper, and he pulled back, ramming into me.

“Please.” My breaths choked in my chest with high-pitched rasping, blood trapped in my brain as my lips fell open. “I need this. I need you.”

Sacha grabbed my shoulders, pulling my body up, then walked me toward the bed, where I leaned on the soft cool mattress.

His fingers drove into my hair and pulled my head back with a tight fist, his breath at my ear. “You have me.”

He slammed my face into the mattress, my lungs gasping for breath as he picked up his pace, my body crying out for release.

Stale air burned in my lungs, his arm shaking as he held me in place, never letting up. His unrelenting hold gained leverage as he powered into me, his grunts and moans drowning out my need for oxygen.

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