Page 43 of Ravage

"I'm not lying," I argue weakly.

His finger dips inside until he's buried up to his knuckle. "Is that why this pretty pussy is clenching me for dear life? Dripping down my finger?"

I try to shake my head again but he curls his finger, moving his hand in and out, forcing moans to spill from my throat.

"You know—I don't think it's fair," he murmurs, deliberately stopping to stroke my g-spot. "It's cruel to say I can only have you if I behave. We both know that I'm not capable of that."

"I think you're behaving," I breathe out, stomach tightening as waves of pleasure increase with heated intensity.

Grey laughs to himself, withdrawing his finger despite my moans of protest. "Don't move or else."

I watch as he moves over to the bookshelves, scanning the torn-up and battered books before plucking one off the shelf. He opens it up to a random page, laying it down next to my head.

"You didn't pay attention today," he says, positioning himself behind me again. "I think you should do some reading."

My brows furrow as I lift my head, staring at the title of the book written across the top of the page. I almost burst out laughing, if not for Grey's fingers gliding back inside my body. Even at his mercy, the irony isn't lost on me.

"Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?" I question, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.

"Hm," he replies, removing his fingers from my aching body. "It's quite fitting. Now, this is what's going to happen, little killer. You're going to read—out loud to me—while I fuck you. Every time you stop, I stop. Got it?"

He presses the head of his cock against my entrance—not quite pushing in, but enough to make me roll my hips back in need. A hand slaps my ass cheek, startling me.

"Start reading," he orders. "And you'll get what you want."

My hands shakily move from my back to the table on either side of the book, my eyes barely able to focus on the faded words.Taking a deep breath in, I start at the bottom of the page, closest to my face.

"He is once out of five hundred times affected by the dangers that he runs through his brutish, physical insensibility…"

Grey eases inside my body, my pussy clenching around him as he stretches me. My eyes flutter closed on their own accord, mouth falling open as I relish in how good he feels. As promised, he stops.

"Keep going," he growls, a warning behind his tone.

"Yet it was by these that I was punished," I groan, skipping ahead because my eyes are unable to focus on the words. He buries himself to the hilt, rocking his hips torturously slow.

My fingers dig into the table as I beg my mind to focus. The words barely make sense, practically another language. My ability to speak is fast becoming a fleeting memory.

"My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring…" I trail off as he thrusts harder, sending my chest barreling into the bottom of the book. I grip it with my hands, desperate for him to continue.

"Your devil," he muses, stroking my hips. "He was caged until he met you."

A moan lingers in my throat at his words, pushing my ass into his hips to feel him more. He squeezes my hips tightly as a warning, cautioning me of the promised punishment.

"In my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall," I murmur, no longer just reading words.

I used to think the worst thing that could happen to someone would be to fall into the darkness—until I met him. Heisthe darkness, and I never realized how much I needed him until I was there in his obsidian abyss.

They say that the light will save you—but that's not always the case.

Sometimes, the darkness is where we thrive, where we are reborn after finding ourselves.

It hides all your flaws, engulfing you. And when you think you can't breathe, you become intoxicated by the freedom it offers.

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."

I wish I had the strength to coherently explain to him that his arms are home. After all, the Devil was a fallen angel too.

"I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow… of my delirium… struck through the heart…," I say breathlessly, pleasure shooting through my shaking body.

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