Page 33 of Marked for Desecration

His cock invaded my mouth and forced my jaw apart. He was ruthless with the way he thrust, making my eyes water each time he hit the back of my throat. He had the tangy taste of copper—human blood—on him. The thought of him killing someone on his cock made my pussy weep.

I held back a moan and he knew it. His amber eyes sparkled. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me off him and bent me over the tub once more.

He thrust hard, pulling at my pussy lips, the friction making me grit my teeth in both pain and pleasure.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Okay, then.” He immediately withdrew and slammed into the wrong hole. I screeched and he chuckled, petting me like a damn cat.

He bent his body over me and rubbed his face against my shoulder as if this was a tender moment.

He was out of his fucking mind and lucky that this new introduction of pain mingled with the lingering pleasure from my pussy, making me pant with want. He ravaged my asshole like he hated me, but we both knew he loved every minute of it.

“I’m going on a dangerous mission.”

How the hell does he expect me to answer right now? “You already—”Grunt.“Said that.”

His tongue licked the shell of my ear, distracting me from playing with my clit.

“You won’t forget ‘ol Ian, you never have.”

I can’t stand this stupid idiot. Who gave him such good dick game? “Ugh.”

Ian, being who he was, just couldn’t stop yacking when he should be concentrating on getting me off! “What is with these Cromwells and their dire need to breed you, Valka?”

“Shut up and keep fucking me!” I screeched.

“Mathias has me going over those blasted mountains one more time. You would think after killing Damon, I would get easier work, but no.”

“Ian!”

He thrusted harder, our bodies slapping each other and squelching as he drove me to the brink of madness—pushing me to the edge, but never letting me fall over the cliff.

Suddenly, he slapped my hand away, withdrew and plunged himself back inside of my sopping wet pussy. Ian was the dirtiest, most debauched bastard around. It was probably part of the reason why I couldn’t stop letting him back into my life.

This would probably kill a human from infection. Vampires? Well…

The asshole kept talking, his words coming out choppier by the minute. “What would Mathias do without me? That’s an easy answer. He wouldn’t be able to do shit because I’m doing it all for him. The bastard. Don’t you feel sorry for me, Valka? They’re taking me away from this sweet cunt of yours.”

“Oh. My. God. Shut. Up!”

“That’s not nice, Valka. Hold on to the outer edge of the tub for me.”

I did as he said and he changed his position, canting his hips sideways and pounded into me. He must have hit my G-spot because my moans came out as chokes and unrecognizable noises until I screamed out in pleasure.

Ian shoved a finger into my mouth. “Suck for me, Valka. We don’t want the neighbors hearing you.”

I sucked and bit into his finger, drawing blood into my mouth. He tasted decadent and being the fool I was, I was like a drug addict who needed their next hit—a hit named Ian.

He groaned, his movements became erratic right before he spilled into me and buried himself to the hilt. His upper body fell over me, his weight almost making my hands slip.

He rubbed his forehead against my back, and I tried to catch my breath. My throat was dry and scratchy from all the screaming.

“I’d want to breed this hole of yours everyday too, just look at the way it milks me like it’s hungry. Do you feel it, Valka? Feel how wet you are for me? Your pussy craves my cock in you and if you keep being a good girl like you are now, I’d be more than happy to feed it what it wants.”

“You’re a fucking dirty bastard.”

“And you love every minute of it.”

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