Page 107 of I Am Salvation

“Spread those fucking legs,” he commands.

I give him a semi-smile. “Spread them for me.”

He growls. Seriously growls. I hear it. And I feel it vibrating through my body even though we’re not touching yet.

He crawls onto the bed, hovers on top of me, and then kneels and spreads my legs harshly.

I let out a gasp.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I hitch my breath slightly. “You just surprised me.”

“Oh?” He narrows his eyes. “You really think I can’t hurt you, don’t you, Diana?”

“No, Dragon. I don’t think that. I know you can hurt me.” I look deep into his eyes. “I just don’t think you will.”

I remember the second time we made love in my penthouse—when he tied me to the rungs of my headboard with my own scarves. It was so hot.

This is a luxury hotel, and there are no rungs on the headboard. In fact, the headboard is cushioned. Plus I didn’t bring any scarves with me. The only thing we have to tie somebody up with is Teddy’s leash.

Dragon gets off the bed quickly, and for a moment I fear it’s over, but he’s back in a flash, sheathing himself with a condom.

“I’m going to fuck you.” His gaze is dark—darker than I’ve ever seen it before. It’s almost demonic. “No foreplay. I’m not going to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours. I’m not going to suck on those sweet nipples. I’m not going to eat that delicious pussy, even though I love the taste of you on my tongue. No touching. No kissing. No nothing, Diana. Just me inside you. My cock in that cunt. Taking you.”

Does he expect me to say something?

I don’t.

I’m ready for whatever he can dish out.

In a flash then, he’s on top of me, thrusting inside me.

I gasp. As wet as I am, the initial thrust stretches me not in pain but with a jolt I wasn’t expecting.

“You like that?” he growls. “Like when I just stuff myself in you? You like being used, Diana? You like being the outlet for my anger? For my rage? For my fucking sin?”

Does he expect an answer?

Because the truth of the matter is that I do like being used by him. I like what he’s doing to me right now.

But he’s not looking for an answer. This is Dragon, and in a way, what he’s doing is necessary, I believe.

He’s expelling the evil from his body. Perceived evil, but it’s real to him.

I’m happy to be his receptacle.

A moment later, he pulls out and flips me over like a pancake onto my knees.

My ankle twinges a bit, but I don’t cry out.

Then he shoves his cock into me as he smacks the cheek of my ass.

“Take it, Diana. Take it. Take it. Take it.”

God, the feeling of him inside me. Completing me. I moan, I groan, my voice muffling into the pillow.

“Is this what you want?” Slap. Slap. Slap. “You want to see me sin? You want to see how I can take you into hell?” Slap. Slap. Slap.

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