Page 52 of Devilish Ink

I bucked my hips against him as he pressed me down with his weight.

He held me down as he punished me with his tongue. Over and over, until I was writhing uncontrollably and speaking in tongues.

Then he was on top of me, his weight pressing my legs open. He thrust into me with a brutality that made me scream. With one hand firmly around my neck, Lee lowered his lips to mine to swallow my cries.

Any breath I tried to take was his. Any gasp I tried to steal, he stole back. All I could do was cling to him as he fucked me like he hated me.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You make me crazy.”

He rolled us so that I was now on top of him and in control.

I grabbed his chest, like a cat testing her claws, using him for leverage as I rocked my hips.

He hissed in pain.

I was pressing my fingers into his fresh tattoo. I gasped and snatched my hand away.

He caught my hand and pressed it back onto his chest.

“I need it, too,” he said through gritted teeth.

Our eyes met.

He didn’t need to spell it out for me. I knew. Just as he had.

He wanted pain, craved pain.

Just like me.

Something in him didn’t believe he deserved pleasure without it.

As I ground on him, I dug my fingers into him.

He cried out, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me. Fingers digging in my hips, he held me down onto his cock, kept himself buried all the way.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered, hand twisting in the hair at the nape of my neck.

He wrenched my hair back and the flare of pain across my scalp turned into heat, into soaked need. He wrapped his free hand around my exposed throat.

My groans joined his. Every time I pressed against his tattoo, he twisted my hair further, closed his hand around my neck even more.

We hurt each other as we fucked harder, the moans of pain and pleasure were indecipherable from one another.

We locked eyes as I struggled to breathe.

This was my favourite part. This was the reason it was such a turn-on. This connection. This intense trust.

I was on the verge of passing out. Of going under. I was in his hands. I delivered myself to him fully and he did what I asked without ever having to: he tightened his grip even further.

My head spun, spots darting in front of my vision as I gave in.

I came, harder than I’d ever before.

Mouth open, I screamed silently as waves of white hot pleasure crashed over me again and again.

I sagged like a doll as Lee pulled out, flipped me over and came on my stomach.

I felt the loss of him instantly.

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