Page 58 of Wicked Heirs

“It absolutely does, my dirty girl.”

We stared into each other’s eyes, getting lost for a few moments.

And then I rolled my hips. “More,” I urged him.

That devilish smirk played on his lips a second before he wrenched me off the bed, his dick still buried inside me, and carried me to the nearest wall.

I wrapped my thighs around his hips, squeezing hard enough to make him grunt.

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back inside me, pounding brutally into me, so much so that the wall cracked behind me.

“Hot. Addictive. Cunt,” he ground out between thrusts, the wall cracking more and more as he employed his Dark Fae strength to punish me the way I’d basically demanded.

“Yes!” I cried. “Fucking yes!”

He shifted one of his hands from my hips, then he was raking his nails down my throat, over my collarbone and down to my breasts, exerting such painful pressure that he drew blood all the way down.

“Shit, Orpheus.”

“Slick two fingers in it, then reach back and stuff them up your ass. Don’t stop until they’re buried deep to the last knuckle.”

Oh fuck.

I just did it, lubing my fingers in my own blood before the wounds healed in the next couple of seconds.

He held my gaze with his dark one, making it all the more degrading as he watched my reaction closely when I reached around and pushed two fingers into my ass.

“Don’t stop. Push them in. All the way,” he commanded, rolling his hips, then pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in hard.

His punishing thrusts continued until I forced my fingers into my ass, all the way to the last knuckle, whimpering at the burn and the bliss combined.

“Good girl. Now fuck your ass with those bloodied fingers.”

When I hesitated, he stopped thrusting suddenly.

“Orpheus.”

“Do it.”

I pulled them out to the first knuckle, then rammed back in, making myself scream.

It was such a sensitized sensation that I couldn’t stop, chasing the feeling, needing more and more, just like he’d obviously anticipated would happen.

It was all just so fucked-up and depraved with the blood, his command.

His eyes lit up and as he started thrusting again, he reached down and flicked my clit.

“Ah!” I cried out, finding myself ramming my fingers in harder with every brutal flick he made against my most sensitive part.

His mouth crashed down on mine and he swallowed my screams and his own moans as his flicks turned to sensual rubs, alternating between the two until I didn’t know which way was up.

There was just sensation and him all over me.

I could feel it building so quickly, one hell of an orgasm coming that felt like I wouldn’t be able to take it.

His tongue thrust deep into my mouth and he mimicked his cock slamming inside me.

I was right on the edge.

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