Page 35 of Carnival Shadows

Her eyes snap open, but before speaking, her body betrays her. She comes, her pussy clenching around me in waves. I feel her slickness coat my thighs and hear her cry out, half-ashamed, half-drunk on ecstasy.

“You’re a fucking dirty little slut,” I growl, my voice rough as I pull out almost all the way, only to slam back into her. “Yourcunt came so fucking fast the moment my cock was inside you. Goddamn it, Eden. So fucking filthy.”

“No,” she gasps. “Stop, please. You’re wrong.”

Her hands push weakly at my shoulders, her body writhing beneath me. I smirk, driving into her again. So predictable. She wants this, fantasizes about this, but still denies it. That denial only makes it hotter and makes me feel feral.

“Lie to me all you want. Your body’s telling me the truth.” I pull out and thrust back in, my hand tightening around her throat. “Even after your little performance, you’re soaking wet.”

She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge my hand from her throat, but I’m too strong. I watch as she squirms, realizing she can’t escape.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Remy, please.”

Hearing my name on her lips like that, desperate, sends a rush of adrenaline through me.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my other still wrapped around her throat. She’s mine now, completely at my mercy, and I love it—the fear and desire shimmering in her eyes.

I snap my hips forward, loving how her entire body jolts at the impact. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, her cries of pain and pleasure mingling.

“Such a fucking slut, enjoying getting taken against your will. Bet you’ve fantasized constantly since I kidnapped you about being held down and taken hard. You can’t deny it now.” My voice is harsh. “You dirty little stalker.”

“No,” she gasps again, trying to pull her wrists from my grip as I pound into her. “It’s not true. Please, Remy, you have to stop?—”

Her body shudders under mine. How her cunt grips my cock—she can deny it all she wants, but her body’s begging for more.

“How long?” I pant, my hips moving faster, taking her harder. “How long have you been dreaming of this? Of being trapped, of not having a choice?”

She doesn’t answer, biting her lip to hold back her moans, but it’s futile. Her body betrays her again, instinctually moving her hips with me The tight squeeze of her pussy drives me wild.

Her eyes are locked on mine, fear and a desperate hunger to be owned glistening. She’s still pretending, even now, insisting this isn’t what she wants, but I have her now, and she can’t hide from me anymore.

“Say it.” I thrust forward, burying myself deep. “Admit what you’ve been fantasizing about all this time.”

Eden writhes beneath me, her wrists trapped in my iron grip. She doesn’t speak, staring, her eyes roaming over the mask that hides my face.

That mask has been my disguise, but it’s also been hers. It gives her permission to pretend, to play the part of the frightened victim while her body responds, my wanton slut.

I tighten my hold on her wrists, taking her exactly how I know she wants it. Consensual nonconsent has always been something I’ve wanted to try, and it feels like Eden just fell from fucking heaven for me. So. Fucking. Perfect.

“I—” She swallows, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Her voice cracks. She can’t bring herself to admit the truth or break our role play because admitting it would mean shattering the fantasy.

“Lie to me again.” I grin. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I push inside her, loving the way her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open on a moan.

“Fuck, your little cunt’s so greedy.” I thrust deep, my hips slapping against the back of her thighs. “Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked properly, hasn’t it?”

Eden bucks her hips, trying to meet my rhythm, her body surging against mine in a frantic dance. I squeeze her wrists, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips.

“I’m going to breed your tight little cunt. Fill it with my cum.” I drag my cock out slowly, watching her pussy cling to every inch. “I’m going to do it again and again until you admit what a dirty little slut you are for wanting to be raped.”

Her eyes snap open, the truth landing like a blow.

“No,” she whispers. “No, that’s not—that’s not it.”

“Liar.” I lean forward, staring into her eyes through the holes in the mask. “It’s okay. I get it. You want me to think you’re scared, but it’s just an act, right? Deep down, you’re a little freak who loves being taken by force.”

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