Page 89 of Cruel Riches

“Yes,” I gasped out. “Don’t stop. Please...”

He pulled back and grabbed my throat with one hand, wrapping his fingers around me until I couldn’t breathe. “Beg for it,” he said, eyes glimmering with hate. “Beg for my cum, filthy slut.”

“Please,” I choked out. “Please cum in me. I want it all inside me.”

He drove himself inside me again and again, relentlessly claiming my body like I was nothing more than a sex doll to be used for his pleasure. Just a warm hole for his cock. For some sick, strange reason, that only turned me on even more. Suddenly I was coming with a series of gasps, the orgasm ripping through me with a shocking combination of force and desire as stars exploded around me.

Nate didn’t stop. It was like he was determined to break me apart with his cock. His gaze was wild and intense, and every violent move he made robbed me of my breath. Another climax shook me a few seconds later, and this time I let out a choked scream, chest seizing as I tightened around him.

His face scrunched up in an expression akin to pain, and then his body went rigid. The sound that slipped out of his mouth was so achingly raw that I was suddenly desperate to come on his cock all over again. I could do this forever. Have him inside me forever. Never let him go. Never, ever stop…

But then it was over. Nate pulled himself out of me and dropped me back down to the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.

My plan rushed back to me, and I pointed a shaky finger to the roll of toilet paper on the other side of the cell. “Use that if you want,” I said.

He stepped over to it and grabbed a few wads. Then he looked down at his crotch, using the paper to wipe his cock dry.

While he was distracted with that, I quickly crouched down to the knife roll on the floor and grabbed a small blade from it.

“What are you doing?” Nate’s head suddenly whipped around, eyes narrowing in my direction.

“Just getting this for you,” I said, hiding the knife behind my back with my right hand as the left one grasped at the shirt on the floor. Luckily for me, he’d tossed it right near his other stuff.

“I can get it myself,” he said stiffly, leaning down to yank it out of my hand.

I skittered back to the mattress and slipped the pilfered knife beneath it as Nate slipped his shirt back on.

“Not even going to clean yourself up?” he asked, lips curling with disgust as he looked down at me. His cum was leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs.

I ignored him and looked down at the floor with a sullen look on my face, acting as if I already regretted everything we’d just done.

Nate chuckled as he gathered up his things. “I know what you were trying to do just then,” he said. “You think you’re smart, but you’re totally transparent. It’s pathetic.”

I lifted my chin and watched him step outside and lock the cell again. “What do you think I was trying to do?” I asked, voice barely above a murmur. Surely he hadn’t noticed the missing knife already.

“You were trying to fuck me onto your side,” he replied. His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “I bet you thought that tight little pussy of yours was going to change my mind about you, huh? Make me fall in love with you?”

I swallowed hard and affected a guilt-ridden expression. Nate smiled triumphantly.

“It didn’t work, Alexis,” he said in an ice-cold tone. “I’m still going to kill you.”

With that, he was gone. A slow smile spread across my face as my right hand found the small knife under the mattress, and I whispered into the darkness.

“Not if I kill you first...”

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