Page 68 of Sinfully His

I wanted her to scream my name.

Not my title, my fucking name. It wasn’t God making her come apart. He wasn’t the one showing her all the forbidden things that would bring her bliss. God wasn’t the one teaching her how to blend pain and pleasure to reach new highs.

I worked her up faster, bringing her to the brink of her orgasm and stopping. Pulling away from her and wiping my mouth on the back of my arm.

“Please, please, I need?—”

“You need to tell me who you belong to,” I said in a low growl.

“You,” she cried. “I only belong to you. My body, my soul. Everything is yours.”

“Will any other man ever touch you again?” I asked, placing my hand on her reddened ass, holding her in place, so open and exposed to me.

“No,” she cried, as I slid a single finger inside of her.

“Will you ever run from me again?”

“No, never.”

Her hips started rocking back into my hand. One finger would never satisfy her, but she was too worked up to stop. Fuck, the power I held over her felt so damn good.

“Beg.”

“Please,” she cried. “Please, I need?—”

“I know you want it. But do you deserve it?” I asked.

“I can be good,” she said. “I will be so good for you. Only you. Let me be good for you. Let me serve you, please.”

Her words were coming out so fast, and she was so wet around my finger, that I doubted she even knew what she was saying.

“How are you going to serve me, little angel?”

“In whatever way you wish, I’ll do anything, please.”

“Please what?” I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear the sweet little Astrid angel beg for my cock.

“Fuck me, please fuck me, please.” Her words ran together, her hips rocking harder on my hand. Her cries begging for me, her body desperately begging for me.

I was winning, and it felt so fucking good.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll never be bad again. I’ll never question you again. Please, just please fuck me. I need it. I need you.”

I stood behind her, lining my cock up with her dripping cunt. The heat practically radiated off her. She tried to push back on me, but I spanked her again, hitting one of the red welts that I had already left.

When she cried out, I reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her body up, pulling her back against my chest as I thrust inside of her.

She screamed for me, calling out to God himself as if he could save her now.

If the way I had fucked her before was rough, then the way I had her on that bed was nothing short of savage brutality. I lost myself to the beast inside of me that craved her, that needed her at his mercy.

She came for me almost instantly, and the way her body milked my cock made my vision white out as I gritted my teeth, refusing to come too soon. Her body demanded my seed and it would have it, but only on my terms.

By the grace of God, or maybe the devil himself, I pulled through, fucking her hard enough that she came another three times before her body went limp and I filled her over and over.

With my anger and my lust finally sated, I gave in to another desire entirely.

Rose lay on the bed, her cheeks bright red, her lips puffy and open and her eyes almost glazed over as if she were drugged.

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