Page 185 of Sinful Pleasure

Oh. My. God.

“You obeyed my words, giving me permission to touch you as I please. You lifted your dress for me, even though you had the choice not to. I’m not covering your mouth, and yet you haven’t screamed for help.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle another moan.

“You want me to take you against this tree, princess. That shit excites you.” his voice low and teasing as he ran the cold barrel of the gun along my skin, stopping at my throat and pressing it there. “You want me to fuck you here, with thousands of people only meters away, wondering where their sweet, innocent princess is.”

I whined, pushing back against him, proving just how right he was. They could all watch us, and I still wouldn’t tell him to stop.

His breath hitched against my ear, making me shiver as his grip on my waist tightened, leaving marks on my skin.

“And to answer your other question…”

His voice was full of malice as he forced his way into me, stretching my pussy around his cock and drawing a loud moan from my throat.

“You lost the right to look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

There was nothing sweet in his touch, his movements, or in him. He fucked me hard, thrusting into me with rough, merciless strokes. I clenched around him, the cold, loaded gun at my throat reminding me just how dangerous this was.

I must be sick to enjoy this, to allow this—and yet here I was, crying his name, begging for more.

His cock filled me completely, sending me to new heights with everypunishing thrust. Just as I teetered on the edge of release, he stopped, holding himself still inside me. T

The pleasure died down, leaving me gasping and trembling as he repeated the cycle—bringing me to the edge, only to stop just before I could explode.This was his way of punishing me, using my body as a toy for his pleasure. Humiliating me. Fucking me against this tree while my fiancée waited for me inside.

“Your body is so fucking responsive. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight,” he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat, cutting off my air as he breathed heavily into my ear. “You’re such a good slut for me.”

“I’m not a slut,” I protest, my voice a broken cry mingled with my moans.

He froze, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, like a silent warning to prove his point.

“You are,” he growled, his hand landing hard on my ass with a smack that burns, leaving a red mark. “You’re bent over this tree, getting fucked by a man with a gun pressed to you, and you’re still milking mycock, princess.”

I bit my lip, swallowing the bitter truth.With a hard thrust, he drove deeper, making me feel every inch of him. I’m so full. It’s too good.

I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Maddox, please,” I plead, my voice trembling.

His hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me.

His movements grew faster and harder, filling me with a maddening blend of bliss and frustration as he keeps me balanced on the edge without letting me fall. He pushes deeper, stretching me fully, using me as he pleases.

“Shut the fuck up,” he commanded, his voice low and menacing. I cry into his hand, tears spilling freely as his words cut through me. “You’ll beg—but not now. When you do, it’ll be on your knees, and it’ll be painful.”

His words were a promise, dark and deadly— just like the way he’s pounding into me.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. You want to come,” he murmured, his tone mocking. I barely nod against the grip of his hand, desperate and defeated.

“That’s not going to happen. You’re here for my use, nothing more. Youdeserve fucking nothing.”

With each word, his voice grew colder, harsher, his thrusts matching the brutality of his tone. The rough bark of the tree scraped against my exposed chest, and I felt blood dripping, staining my expensive dress.

He comes inside me with a guttural groan, filling me with his heat.

A few drops of his release trickled down the back of my thighs as he continues to move, slow and deliberate, driving his seed deeper into me.

When his breathing finally calmed, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling instantly empty. The weight of his body no longer pressed me against the tree, the cold threat of the gun was gone, and his hands were no longer on me.

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