Page 25 of Absentia Mori

I take a shallow breath. “You’re not good enough for me. Because I’mLibra Thorn.”

He growls in my ear and pushes me forward. “I warned you, little freak. Now this is going to hurt.”

I don’t bother to lube up. She doesn’t deserve it. No. She deserves to be used and broken and battered the way we were.

I push her down to the floor and straddle her from behind. “Be a good little whore and open up for me.”

She grunts in frustration, but she doesn’t fight back. It’s like she has some sick, masochistic need to be abused. With the stethoscope still nestled deep inside her pussy, I press the tip of my cock to her entrance, salivating over how her asshole puckers for me.

“You’ll never break me,” she murmurs.

“Darlin’… I already did.”

She lets out a cry as I thrust my cock into her ass, ripping through her without restraint. Fuck.She’s so fucking tight. I still myself inside her so I don’t cum too fast. Fuck she feels good. Too good. I hate how my cock reacts to her. The angrier she makes me, the more I want to fuck her.

“Uhhh… You. Fucking. Bastard,” she pants out.

I chuckle as I grind down on her, filling her to the hilt. She clenches around me, trying to reject my cock even though I can feel how wet her pussy is. “Playing hard to get, are we?”

I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull, using it like reins on a horse as I ride her.

“I hate you,” she growls.

I hate her more, but right now, my cock and her ass are in love. It’s like her hole was made for me. The way my cock slides in as if it knows the way. Her liquids spill down her thighs every time I press against her core.

“Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it.” I thrust in and out, rocking us both into a circular rhythm. Her legs relax, and she unclenches as she lets out a moan.

“Thatta girl. Give in to Daddy.”

I grab her wrists and pin them behind her. My desires are dark and deep, and seeing her bound like this, under my control, makes me wild. I thrust faster, relishing how her ass grips the sides of my cock. I pull out slower this time so I can feel her tender flesh sliding over every veiny ridge. I blow out a deep breath when I pull her ass cheeks apart, watching how slick my cock looks puncturing her tiny hole.

“Why are you doing this to me, Raithe?” she whines.

“Because you want me to.” I spit in between her ass cheeks. Not because I need any more moisture. This woman is sweating like a cat in heat. No. I do it because I want her to feel like the whore she is. I want her to know shame and humiliation and degradation.

She winces when my saliva drips down her crack. “Did you just fucking spit on me? How fucking dare you?”

I laugh as she rears up and tries to turn around. I press her face to the floor and fuck her harder. “You’ll get up when I say you can get up. You’ve got a lot to learn but don’t worry,I’m going to teach you how to be the best little whore Absentia Asylum has ever seen.”

She lets out a scream, and I know I’ve got her. Like fucking music to my ears. It’s out of pleasure and not terror, but I’ll take it, nonetheless.

It clearly pisses her off that she’s just as turned on as I am. She lets out another bloodcurdling scream, and it sends me over the edge. All the blood in my cock swells and rushes forward. I grip the sides of her hips so hard I know it will leave black and blue marks.

“Fuck,” I grunt as my cum spills out and into her asshole. I grind in circles, milking myself in between her creamy, perfect ass cheeks. She feels like silk and soft grass and warm rain. I black out for a second as my orgasm threatens to rip my heart out. A vision of her running and giggling naked and barefoot on the beach flashes in my mind.

What the fuck?I don’t want that fantasy.

I open my eyes and see blood.

“Fuck you for making me…” Another scream rips from her throat, but this one is heavy with lust and ache and sin. She grinds her pussy against the floor as her arousal peaks around me. A burst of cum squirts out from between her legs.

Blood trickles out of her asshole. Fuck.I really did break her. It fills me with a more feral desire to claim her. To keep ripping her apart with my cock. I’m getting addicted to hurting her. Obsessed with how it makes her so fucking wet for me.

“Yeah, that’s my little whore. Being a good little freak for Daddy.” I slap her ass as she rides her orgasm out on me. “Yeah. Good girl.” I slap her again harder, and she bucks and moans.

I grab the scalpel and hold her down while I carve another R into her ass cheek. Her moans only get louder as I draw fresh wounds. We’re a mess of sweat and cum and blood. “You’remine. I will carve you up and fuck every one of your holes, and then I’ll kill you when I’ve had my fill.”

She lays still on the floor, her chest heaving, her legs trembling. “I’m Libra Thorn.”

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