Page 72 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

My head spins from all the new sensations and self-consciousness courses through me at his thorough exploration of my body.I’ve played with myself and made myself come countless times, but I’ve ever experimented with my ass.

Shame heats my face with equal amounts of fascination at how hungrily he eats me, like a man possessed.He rims my opening over and over again, getting it wet and relaxed, before he spits on it.

I groan loudly when I feel the wetness hit my skin.

He pulls his index out of my pussy and replaces it with his middle finger. I stop breathing when I feel his newly freed finger rub against my asshole.

His touch is completely confident, like a man who knows exactly what he wants as he rubs against that taboo part of me.When he applies pressure and the tip of his finger penetrates me, I freeze.

He stands up and glues his chest to my back, his other hand splaying against my lower stomach and pulling my hips back slightly so my ass extends out from the wall.

He frames me with his large body, his hard cock rubbing against my hip as his mouth comes to press against my ear.

“Easy,” he coaxes, as if talking to a scared mare about to bolt.

He presses his finger forward and I let out a cry as I feel it enter me to the first, then the second knuckle.

“Oh, mon Dieu,” I moan, my legs shaking so hard that I can barely hold myself up. His hand on my lower stomach keeps me anchored to him and stops me from slipping to the floor in a puddle of arousal.

“Beg for God in whatever language you want, Six,” he says, “He answers to me.” He adds, before thrusting his finger inside me to the hilt. “As do you.”

I arch onto my tiptoes as a silent scream falls from my lips, but he doesn’t let me escape him. His hand moves down to rub against my clit, making me pant like a rabid dog.

“Because I do fucking own you,” he whispers darkly directly against my ear. He starts pistoning his fingers in and out of me, careless of letting me adjust to the double intrusion. “You’re my fiancée, that means you belong to me even though I don’t actually want you.”

His words are harsh and mean and perfectly match the pace of his fingers as they tear into me. The mix of pain and pleasure has a sheen of sweat breaking out across my skin as I once again fight the approaching tidal wave of an orgasm.

The feeling of his fingers powering into both my holes has me muttering intelligibly in his arms, incapable of resisting the multi-front assault.

My hands desperately clutch at the wall, trying to find any type of grip to hold onto, but there’s nothing. Phoenix sets the pace, controls my body and its reactions, and decides when I come.

He edges me back and forth from the cliff of my orgasm, leading me right to the fringe before pulling me back when he slows his pace. It’s unfulfilling and infuriating.

Finally, he takes mercy on me and pinches my clit. My spine jerks and the muscles in my pussy and asshole clamp down on his rough fingers as I come with a loud scream. Distantly, I wonder if anyone can hear me.

I don’t actually care.

I come for what feels like endless seconds, maybe even minutes, before I slump against the wall. He pulls his fingers from me and grips my face, angling it back towards him as he lowers his face part of the way.

I think he’s going to kiss me, so I shake my face out of his grip and turn away, facing the other direction and placing my right cheek against the wall instead.

My feelings for Phoenix already overrun my life.

They have for years.

Whether he’s cruel to me or ignoring me, he occupies a part of my brain and my heart that I have to actively contain from growing further in size.

He’s not interested in ever loving me back or ever choosing me instead of being forced into being with me, so I can’t let him kiss him.

It’s a protective measure. I know that if I let him, I’ll truly be lost forever.There won’t be any coming back from that kind of heartbreak for me, so, as hard as it is, I need to keep that one single barrier firmly in place between us.

I need to maintain that distance.

I’m breathing heavily, my words coming out winded when I say what I know I need to.

“I hate you.”

He tenses when I turn away from him and his hand tightens on my hip, his fingers digging into my skin. “Not as much as I hate you.”

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