Page 102 of All Your Hate

I writhe as he takes his time. I want him to be brutal, to make me lose my mind. But I also don’t want the pleasure of his deliciously long length filling me to ever end.

When he’s hitting my cervix, a wave of nausea hits me, but it's easily ignored as his voice fills my head. “Feel that? That’s me breaking into your womb. I’m going to fill you with so much of my seed that you’ll never be empty of me. You won’t have to carry my baby, but you will be carrying my come in this pussy for the rest of your life.”

My lucidity is slipping as pain and pleasure entwine like the ropes on my body.

There’s a new pressure back there. In my ass this time. Incoherent sounds tumble from my mouth as something hard and slick pushes into me. Bones’ cock is still in my pussy and it feels far more rigid than a finger.The dagger.

He pushes the handle into me as far as it’ll go, then he’s moving his hips delicately. Drawing patterns on my insides with his cock.

When the pressure disappears I feel like I can breathe again, but the air is quickly knocked out of me. The ropes are cut. My legs fall free, followed by my upper body. Bones catches me, bringing me back to his chest, his cock still inside me, bruising me deep.

I hook my feet around the back of his legs for support as he holds me to him. One hand clutching the cuts on my thigh and the other wrapped around my throat.

“Tell me you want my come,” he growls his demand in my ear.

It’s too much. So much pain. So much heat. So much pleasure. But I’ll never stop wanting this. I’ll never ask him to stop.

“I want it all,” I cry. His grip on my thigh tightens, the cuts burn and copper hits my nostrils.

“What did you cut?” I ask through the tears now falling down my cheeks. It felt like more than just senseless slicing.

“You’ll see.” He stands there bouncing me on his cock like I don’t weigh a thing.

There’s a feeling in my chest that won’t go away and it’s only getting stronger.

“I—” I don’t know what I’m trying to say.

“You hate me?” he purrs in my ear like he knows what I’m really thinking,

“I hate you so much,” I sigh.

He drops to his knees and falls back. My stomach flares with pain as my cervix is once again brutalized by his cock as gravity works against me.

“Ride me,” he commands and I obey him mindlessly. With his hands on my waist helping me to stay upright, I rock my hips back and forth. Feeling the long drag of his cock as he slides in and out of me.

“I’m close,” I whine and his grip tightens. “Harder. Please.”

His hips slam up so hard I feel like being split in two.

I come again, with the taste of come and blood still on my tongue and my man’s cock deep inside me.

“Mine,” I whimper as I ride out the last few waves.

“Say that again,” he growls, grabbing my hair and yanking me back.

With my back arched, I howl it to the fucking heavens. “You’re mine!”

His release fills me until I can feel him overflowing, leaking out of my swollen pussy.

I don’t want him to leave me. Not just his cock, but him. I want him to consume me and turn me into whatever it is he wants.

I want us to become the same being, so toxicly dependent on each other that we can’t breathe when we’re apart.

I don’t realize I’ve passed out until I wake up in the bathtub. More than a little startled by the change of scenery, I try to sit up, but someone’s arms wrap around my waist.

Bones.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.

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