Page 41 of Trapping His Darling

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Tiffany

I was havingthe most pleasurable dream. Viktor whispered sweet nothings in my ear as he touched me all over my body. Fire raced through my veins, and I arched underneath his ministrations. Had I not come so many times already?

“Lift up for me,milyy.”His husky tenor made my nipples ache.

I did as he commanded.

He peppered kisses down my body, when he reached my inner thighs, he nipped and sucked his way to my pussy before devouring me. He did not stop until I was crying and begging him to take me.

Was there such a thing as too much pleasure?

Viktor lifted my ankles, pressing my knees up against my chest, leaving me exposed as he took position. Deep in concentration, he watched closely as his thick erection stretched my sore hole and slipped, bit by bit, into my tight channel.

I sighed his name. “Viktor.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled.

God, it burned and felt amazing at the same time. I was being ripped in half while the empty ache was pleasantly filled. It all hurt so good.

He choked a bit. “I can’t hold back anymore,milyy. Your pussy is squeezing my cock way too hard to go slow.”

“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. Did I want pain? Did I want pleasure? Did I want him to claim me? I closed my eyes and went with instinct. “Please. Show me I’m yours. Prove it. Do you really own me? My body? My heart?”

“Eyes on me,milyy.”

I lifted my lashes and locked my gaze to his.

With a snap of his hips, he slammed inside of me.

I cried out as he drove his thick, rigid cock deep into the snug passage. Before I could catch my breath, he withdrew and did it again, and again, putting all his strength and weight into his brutal thrusts.

Now folded in half, with my toes over my head, he ravaged my trapped body like a beast. Though I screamed for mercy, he gave me none. Rather, my pleas seemed to spur his need to be deeper inside me. Surely his cockhead was piercing my womb. But it seemed not enough. He wanted more.

“No! No! Stop!”

He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed hard, cutting off my protests. He punctuated his harsh words by thrusting on syllables.

“You don’t tell me to stop,milyy.You will fucking take this cock no matter how much it hurts. If you dare speak, it will be only to ask me to go harder, deeper, faster, make it hurt more, or beg me to allow you to come. But you do not tell me to stop using what is mine.”

Tingles raced across my nerve endings at the speed of light, and heat washed over my limbs. There was no air, no time, nospace, no light, no existence separate from the primal passions that wracked my trembling body.

An animalistic scream tore from my clenched throat, and my hussy body succumbed to his domination yet again. My essence sprayed forth like a blood sacrifice to a vengeful god.

“That’s right, baby. Come all over my fucking cock,” he growled. “You are mine. This pussy is mine.Allyouareis mine.”

It was like an out of body experience. I didn’t recognize the guttural wails spilling from my lips. I could have been a woman possessed by a demon, as I shuddered in the throes of my sin, panting like a bitch in heat while fluid gushed out of my cunt. I was giving birth to pleasure incarnate.

I ugly sobbed with the strain of the rolling orgasms that seemed never ending. It was too much. I was surely dying at this point. I was falling apart, falling away. I was bursting into pieces.

Viktor roughly grabbed my chin to garner my attention. “I need to hear you say these things,” he snarled. “Tell me you are mine.”

“I’m yours,” I wept.

He kissed around my mouth and neck, his quiet control in complete contrast to my vocal lack of it. “I need to know that I own you completely, Tiffany. I need you to say it.”

The resulting orgasm had me bawling my eyes out. I hated this. I hated that my body was betraying me. “You own me, Viktor.”

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