Page 78 of Razors & Ruin

Oh God, yes. I will. The soreness, the roughness—it’s all part of this. Part ofus.

I’m the one who survives, who thrives. I took everything he had, and I’m still alive to take more.

His cock chafes against the back of my throat, opening it up after his earlier onslaught. I groan as he pushes deep, his veins throbbing on my tongue.

“You’re my beautiful whore,” he growls, withdrawing from my mouth as I splutter and drool.

“The one who waited, the one who never accepted less than the whole fucking sick mess I am. I’m gonna rail the ever-loving shit out of you, Nellie, because I wanna see those pretty eyes roll in your head. Do you want it?”

I deliver a ringing slap to his stunned face, hard enough to whip his head aside, and he’s upon me, shedding his clothes with stunning speed. My dress rips easily in his grip, and he hurls it aside, shoving me onto my back.

“Yes!” he cries. “Fuck yes, Nellie, you precious bitch. Fight me.Killme. I owe you one.”

He pins me, and I squirm beneath him, spitting curses. I bite his shoulder, my sharp incisors puncturing the muscle, and he snarls like a rabid animal, putting his entire hand on my face and pushing me into the mattress.

He plunges into me, his hand over my mouth as he thrusts home.

“Look at me,” he demands. “I won’t let you come unless you give it all you’ve got. Fuck me up, come on.”

He releases my face from his grip and braces himself on his arms so he can fuck me properly, his eyes never leaving my face.

My pussy feels like it’s on fire, stretched to the limit by his girth, my clit throbbing almost painfully as it catches on the base of his cock.

I lift my hands, going for his throat. He’s right; hedoesowe me one, but my hands are smaller than his, weaker.

Still, there’s power in them—power in the way he looks at me, daring me to take it. Then I remember the Regent’s Ball and how hot he got when I choked him.

Do I dare do that again? I’d be taking a Hell of a risk.

Is it possible to be fucked to death, split in two by a demon in human form who wants nothing and no one in the universe but me?

How could I pass up the chance to find out?

My thumbs provide a good deal of compression, and Sweeney’s breathing narrows into a tortured whistle. I feel him growing thicker inside me, and I gasp, my body responding with a gush of wetness to ease the way.

My man’s lips are indigo, his movements faltering as he pounds me. His arms shake with exertion, doing their best to support him in the face of his ever-reducing oxygen level.

His eyes hold mine, endless and dark as a forest sky, the lids spasming as he fights to keep them open.

I’ve never seen him so utterly at my mercy, and it’s glorious.

I let go, and he drags air deep, wheezing. Then his tongue is in my mouth, his ragged moans consuming me as he slams his hips, fucking himself into my tightness.

“That’s it,” he says. “I’d have let you do it if you wanted, my love. You think you’re obsessed withme? You have no fucking idea. The sick way I love you, Nellie. God shouldn’t permit it.”

He makes space between us so he can touch my clit again. As soon as his thumb brushes the tiny bundle of nerves, I explode, my pussy clutching crazily on his cock as it forges in and out.

“Oh, fucking Hell!” I cry.

Sweeney pulls out, clambering up my body until he’s sitting over my chest. His cock looks massive from this angle, and he pumps it furiously, his hand a blur.

“You’re a fucking treasure,” he says. “I know you want my filthy come. On your pretty face or in your pussy?”

I smile. “You asked me that when we first met.”

He slaps my cheek. “Aren’t I the hopeless romantic? Your choice, my pet.”

I push him, and he climbs off me, stroking his cock as I shift position. I drop my head onto my hands, arse in the air, and he surprises me with a viciously hard spank.

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