Page 3 of Broken Hearts

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Alex

I stared at Celeste,a smile stretching my lips as I embraced my victory. I’d finally succeeded in my task.

I’d broken her into a million pieces, made her question everything she thought she knew, and gone was the quivering, pain-riddled little girl she once was. Now she was strong, resilient. She didn’t question what needed to be done to these fucking Circle pieces of shit any longer. She didn’t run, even when she had the chance.

She stayed, and in doing so, she gave herself to me irrevocably.

I’d never hated myself more than when I watched her shattering, screaming, and sobbing yesterday, burdened with the truth of her childhood and family history. Burdened with the knowledge that out there, operating in the shadows of society’s so-called elite, there was a secret cabal of rapists and murderers—psychopathic people who existed purely to prey on the weakest and most innocent members of society, inflicting pain and suffering for their own pleasure.

It was awful to watch her come to terms with this, writhing and crying hysterically. Vomiting, barely breathing. I wondered if I did the right thing, if perhaps I’d told her the awful truth too soon. I wondered if I was harming her more by taking her the way I did, tearing her away from everything and everyone she held dear. But she got there faster than I thought, realized why I’d done things the way I had, and now here she was, handing all control to me and refusing to leave.

I didn’t even let myself think about what may have happened to me if she made the choice to get out of here. I knew she wouldn’t. She was truly mine.

I grabbed her shoulders and pressed her back until she was pushed up against the bars of her cell. For a few long seconds, all I did was inhale her scent, feeling her tremble beneath me. My eyes were closed, my jaw set hard. It was always hard to control myself around this girl. This fucking angel.

I opened my eyes and tightened my grip on her tense body. Her sweater was originally white, but now it was splashed with red from the blood which sprayed out of Dan just moments ago. She didn’t seem to mind it, but I pulled her arms up and yanked the top off her anyway, wanting the bastard’s blood off her. Then I did the same with her pants, pushing them down around her ankles as she gasped and inhaled sharply. She had no underwear on, and I forced her legs apart and probed between her legs, finding her soaked and willing.

“You’re so fucking wet. You just watched me kill a man, and you still want me this fucking badly,” I growled.

She let out a whimper. “Y…Yes.” Her body was still trembling, shaking with need.

I sank to my knees, wanting to taste her pussy. Needing to taste it. I placed my mouth right on her center, parting her lips with my hands, and she gasped as I licked over every inch of her, using my tongue to tease the ultra-sensitive nub of her clit. It was already swollen with her desire.

Like an animal devouring its prey, I feasted on her sweet pussy, sucking her wildly, making her legs quiver against the bars. “You were made for me and me alone,” I said, looking up at her, sliding two fingers into her sopping cunt. She was tight but so wet I entered easily. “So fucking greedy for me. Greedy for my cock. Dirty little slut.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, writhing on the bars.

I pulled my fingers out, making her moan with desperate need, and I sucked the fingers into my mouth, rising to my full height before her. Her juices were so sweet, so hot, and her eyes lit with arousal as she watched me take in every last drop.

“Please.…” she murmured.

I speared my hand behind her head, clutching the dark strands of her hair in a grip so tight she cried out. Then my lips crushed hers, claiming her mouth with my own, taking full possession. I owned her right now, and she was fucking begging for it.

The hand in her hair let go and slid down, finding her wrists, and I pulled them up behind her head, securing them above her against the bars. She moaned into my mouth, and I began to grind myself against her pelvis, pulling away from the kiss and whispering in her ear about what a filthy, twisted little girl she was. A dead man lay only yards from us, and she was sopping wet and desperate for my cock.

With one hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was rock hard, the tip already wet with pre-cum. I couldn’t wait to hear Celeste scream for me again, clench her tight pussy muscles on me as she milked my cock for all I had.

Celeste looked down at my cock, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

“Tell me you fucking want this,” I said, gripping her wrists tighter until her eyes narrowed with pain.

“I want this. Now, sir,” she begged. More helpless moans and whimpers spilled from her lips, and I released her wrists and picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She cried out in shock. Her bare, slick pussy lips were hot against my cock, and I shoved deep inside her, the raw, primal need to mark her from the inside pounding in my head.

She was so tight I felt like I was splitting her in two, even though she was so slick with desire. “You like this, don’t you?” I muttered in her ear. “You love having a big fucking cock up in you, like a little whore, splitting you in half.”

“It hurts,” she said with a gasp. “But… it feels so good.”

I groaned as I felt her muscles loosen then immediately clamp down on me again. The way her pussy pulsed on me was fucking incredible. “Good girl,” I grunted. “Such a good little girl for me.”

As I fucked her deep and hard, holding her up against the bars, I put my head down and sucked at her nipples, alternating between the two peaks. They were like knives, so fucking stiff with desire, and they were wet and red from my mouth in seconds. Celeste screamed and gasped, her delicate body squirming in my arms as I slammed in and out of her. I was going balls deep, and she was taking every inch like the dirty little whore she’d always secretly wanted to be.

Her pussy was so wet for me now that it made muffled squelching noises every time I withdrew, and her face turned pink with shame at the sound. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I growled in her ear. “I want you this wet for me every fucking day.”

That was enough to push her over the precipice. She fell apart, gasping and screaming as her lungs struggled to fill with air. My balls drew tight as she came on my cock, her pussy trying to milk the cum out of me. It was working, but I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted this to last, wanted to make her fucking explode again and again.

I pulled out and shifted our position, forcing Celeste down onto her hands and knees on the grey concrete, gorgeous ass and pussy on display. “You want more?” I said, roughly gripping her hips before delivering a hard slap to her firm ass.

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