Page 57 of Blades of Obsession

“You said you can take it, so shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good little slut.” He snaps his hips and sinks into me even deeper. How deep can he go?!

He plants soft kisses on my nose, both cheeks, and my jawline like he isn’t roughly ravishing me right now. He startsgoing slow, buthard. Backing out and slamming in again. Over and over.

I squirm, and my body begins to shake lightly. The pleasure is too much, I never knew there was such a thing as feeling too good.

Each forceful stroke breaks my speech into fragmented gasps and breathless moans. Even just moaning his name turns into, “A—Aid—d—den.”

He chuckles. “Look at you. I thought you said you could handle it. You’re practically convulsing.” I can’t even talk properly to respond to him, my mouth is wide open but nothing comes out. He continues taunting me. “You’re turning red. Shaking like a leaf and keep running away. And you can’t even talk.”

Oh my God, I can’t take it. My back arches off the bed and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

But that doesn’t stop him from pinning me down so I can’t run away and pounding into me with a force that splits me wide open.

“You’re mine, right? Not that senseless stuff you said downstairs by the front door?” His voice is rough as he pounds me fiercely.

“Yes!” I scream. “I’m sorry! I’m yours. I’m yours.”

He leans down to whisper in my ear, “And don’t you ever fucking forget it,Amore. Seimio.”

As he lies on top of me, I can feel his heavy, ragged breathing against my neck, his exhales sending warm pulses on my skin. The vibrations of his moans resonate through his chest and onto my neck.

I’ve never heard a guy moan like this before, beyond just loud breaths, and it’s freakinghot.

So hot it’s sending me over the edge. And him speaking in Italian, whispering it in my ear. It’s all too much.

“You’re clenching on me, love,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Are you going to come for me?” he whispers against my neck. “Because you remember the rules, right?”

“Oh—my—God, please…”

“Ask the right way,” he rasps.

“C-can I come, please please?” I whine as a powerful orgasm brews on the horizon.

“Beg some more. You look so fucking hot begging, baby.” He backs out of me until only the tip is inside and rolls his hips, entering me fully in one hard, deep motion.

My eyelids flutter, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as waves of ecstasy crash inside me. I don’t bother asking again. I surrender to the relentless force of the orgasm that sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating from every nerve ending. My body quivers and shakes as the intensity of the sensation threatens to overwhelm me completely.

“Fuck, you’re a good little slut. Squeezing the cum out of my cock.” He bites down on my neck, trembling on top of me, his muffled groans vibrating through the bite as he comes.

His words have an effect on me they absolutely shouldnot.

It’s degrading.

Dehumanizing.

And I might just be batshit crazy for craving to be called a good little slut again.

Chapter 22

BLADE

He keeps insisting he knows my mom.

“Just ask Jackie. Please. She’ll stop all this.”

“How do you know my mom’s name? I haven’t seen her since I was a toddler.” I hold the knife to his throat, and he grabs my wrist in desperation.

“She—she… You already killed my whole family,” he cries, but his tears mean nothing to me. “What more do you want?!”

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