Page 83 of Carnival Master

She knows the word that will stop this. Just one word and I’ll release her. But she doesn’t speak it. Instead, I see the longing in her eyes that matches mine.

“Be a good girl and take it,” I order, my voice a low growl that vibrates through both of us.

She shakes her head in denial. I see the truth in how she melts against me, her body softening, inviting me in.

My hands are rough as I tear at the delicate fabric of her dress, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples peak, begging for my touch. I pinch one between my fingers, twisting it until she whimpers.

“You like that?” I demand.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, leaving a trail of fiery pain as I press inside her. This fire spreads through my veins, sharpening my focus on her body and mine alone.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her ear as I thrust into her. “Fight me.”

The words leave my mouth as I claim her with every inch of me. I move with purpose, watching her facetwist in a mix of struggle and pleasure. Those emerald eyes shine with a defiance that only urges me on.

Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in, even as she protests.

“No!” she gasps. “Don’t do this!”

Her body betrays her lies as she arches her back, urging me to go deeper. I lose myself in the sensation of her wet heat, the way she squeezes around me as if she never wants to let me go.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenge, withdrawing almost entirely and then plunging back into her tight core.

“I—I don’t—” Her words break as I sense her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around me.

“Tell me, baby girl,” I demand. “Say you don’t want to come all over my cock.”

Her jaw clenches, teeth biting down on her lower lip. “I—can’t?—”

I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

But she doesn’t say our safe word. Instead, her body speaks for her as I thrust harder, pushing her toward the edge. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer, urging me on as her muscles tighten around me. She lets out a strangled cry, her release washing over her, her body trembling in the aftermath.

I touch her face, slide my hand along her cheek, and thread my fingers into her hair. I pull her head back to expose her throat, easing my mask up to press my lips to the sensitive skin below her ear.

She tastes like sin and temptation. Mine.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper. “You came so beautifully for me while I took you against your will, didn’t you?”

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. I’m not ready to let her go, not yet.

“Please, no more,” she whispers, turning her face away, but her words hold no real conviction.

“We’re not done.” My voice is rough with desire as I nuzzle her ear. “You know you love every second of this.”

She shakes her head, her hair brushing against my bare chest. “Please, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” I growl, grabbing her hips and forcing her onto all fours. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

I push her forward so that her shoulders are pressed to the ground, her ass raised in the air, presented to me like a gift. Gripping her hips, I slide back into her, filling her in one smooth stroke.

Her shoulders tense, her fingers curl into the dirt in a futile attempt to find purchase.

“So tight, baby girl,” I murmur, withdrawing and thrusting back into her. “So perfect.”

My grip tightens on her hips as I move with a relentless pace, each thrust harder than the last. Her moans fill the night air with a beautiful melody. I lean over her, my hands gripping her shoulders, tilting her body to the perfect angle to take me even deeper.

“Please, Master,” she gasps, her voice breaking as I ram into her. “Oh, God, please.”

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