Page 106 of Dance of Deception

Then I hear the jangle of his belt.

The tug of his zipper.

Then the hot, throbbing,hugefeeling of his thick cock, heavy and swollen against my ass.

“Mmm,fuck,” Carmine groans, stroking his dick against my ass and rolling his hips slowly, savoring the sensation. “You’re shaking, baby. Is that from fear, or because you already know you’re going to let me break you apart and put you back together again—over and over…"

A low whimper has drool soaking into my panties as I feel him ease the fat, swollen head of his cock between my legs. He shoves a knee between them, prying them wider apart.

His cock runs over my pussy lips.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. You’re dripping and desperate, like youneedmy cock inside you more than you need to breathe."

I hate how right he is. I should be afraid. Iamafraid. But fear and pleasure are starting to feel the same.

His strength terrifies me. His controlundoesme. I tell myself this is wrong, that I should be fighting harder—but my body betrays me again.

I hate how much I need him to take me, to ruin me, to make me his.

"This is mine now,” he growls.

I whimper, my body tightening up as I feel his thick head push between my lips, right at my opening.

“This tight, dripping little cunt belongs tome, and I’m going to fuck it like it’s the only thing I need to survive. So be a good girl, Lyra,” he growls, leaning over me, his hand grabbing a fistful ofmy hair as his hips tense. “And take every inch of me like a good little cock slut.”

He rams through my virginity with one brutal thrust, and even gagged, my scream rips down the walls.

At first, all I know is the pain tearing into me. The sheer ruthlessness of it sucks the air from my lungs and sends my head reeling. But as that first abrupt feeling of penetration recedes, another sensation takes its place.

Wild.

Unhinged and untethered.

It has me whimpering into the panties stuffed between my lips, my body coiling and writhing as I adjust to the sheer size of him.

It hurts.God, it hurts. But somewhere behind the ache, the raw stretch of him inside me, pleasure ignites, deep and needy. My body shouldn’t crave this, shouldn’twelcomethis, but the moment pain melts into heat, there’s no turning back.

His teeth sink sharply into my throat, and the sting sends a wicked, molten pulse straight between my legs. The agony of him stretching me open morphs into something Ineed—I’d beg for it if I wasn’t gagged.

Carmine saws out of me, and I cry out into the lace as I feel my lips clinging to him so needily. He fucks into me again, his hips and abs slapping loudly against my ass as he thrusts deep. His hands keep me right where I am, one twisted in my hair, the other possessively on my hip by my torn wedding dress.

Every ruthless, bruising thrust should break me. Leave me in ruins. But all it does is drive me closer to the edge, to that sharp, unbearable bliss.

Pleasure is pain. Pain is pleasure. And somewhere between the two, Ibreak—and never want to be put back together again.

"You’re taking me so fucking deep, baby,” he growls in my ear as he leans over me, his hips rolling as he buries his fat cock inside me over and over. “Like you want every inch of my cock in you forever."

His palm slaps my ass again, sending heat exploding over my skin before the same hand quickly snakes underneath me. His fingers pinch and roll my clit, and I cry out as my body violently squirms and twists against him.

"Feel that?” he groans into my ear. “How fuckingtightyou are around me? Your cunt knows I own it now. Itlikesbeing used by me.”

His teeth graze my earlobe before he suddenly bites down, hard.

"So wet for me. So fucking greedy. You can fight all you want, but this perfect little pussy isbeggingto be wrecked.”

Carmine groans loudly in pleasure, not holding anything back. His hips crash into mine, his fingers still underneath me, rubbing my clit mercilessly as he fucks me into the floor. My torn wedding dress slips off me, and my bare, aching nipples drag electrically against the carpet as Carmine’s thick cock pounds into me.

My reality begins to blur. The harder and rougher he is, the deeper I sink into my own depravity. The more he brutalizes me, the more the pressure builds, until I realize there’s nothing on this fucking Earth that will stop the release that’s about to explode through me.

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