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“Yes,” she answers with an easy, almost evil smile. She leans down and my eyes find the place that I marked. It’s blossoming into a pretty red color and I know before the end of the night, it won’t be the only wound either of us will be sporting.

I spread my hands out even as my dick jumps between us, ready and willing to do whatever she wants so long as it means it can sink itself inside the place between her legs. “Then do your worst, Sunshine,” I say, offering myself up to her.

“Oh, I will,my dear Icarus,” she replies, reminding me of the name I gave her at the party. Her smile grows wider as she leans over me, putting her lips to my right pec, right over my heart. “It seems all you do is bring out the worst in me.”

And as her own blunt, little teeth sink into my skin, all I can think is,thank fuck for that.

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RORI

Isaac is like liquid heat beneath my fingertips. Everywhere I touch is warm. He’s all wiry muscle bunched beneath tight, hard skin. He acts so differently than he did before. It’s almost like I’m doing this with a completely new person. It isn’t until we’re already on the bed and practically naked in each other’s arms that I realize that it’s not so much that he’s a different person but that he's finally let down those guarded walls of his.

It shouldn’t touch me the way it does—knowing he’s opened himself to me—but it does. I kiss him again, letting our tongues battle with one another. It’s a fight, and it’s not. We both want this. Yet, we also like the little wounds we inflict on each other. It’s fun to leave little possessive marks.

I find the front of his pants. It’s already half open, unbuttoned, and unzipped. I push my fingers inside, setting them flat against the ridges of his cut abdomen and sliding them beneath the fabric of his underwear and pants until my fingers meet the iron-hard cock beneath. It was dark the last time I touched it, that last time I’d taken it in my mouth. I’d almost forgotten how big he is. Even as I circle my fingers around the hard length of him, I can’t believe I somehow fit him all the way in my mouth, my throat.

How the fuck didn’t I choke?

As if he can hear my thoughts, Isaac chuckles and a moment later speaks. “Is that all you’re going to do, Sunshine?” he challenges as I lift up and look down at him. “Give me a handjob? I thought we were past cheap teenage party favors. Or are you getting cold feet?”

With him? Always. He frightens me far more than I’m willing to admit—especially out loud. But with this? Ha. We’re already too far gone.

“You’re the one who left your pants on,” I tell him. “Maybe you’re scared I might defile you.”

He laughs and I blink at the sound. It’s shockingly beautiful, loud, and full of such real, genuine amusement it makes me realize he’s never actually laughed like that in front of me before. He reaches up and locks on my arms and once more, we’re spinning until my spine hits the mattress. Then he disappears long enough to shuck his pants onto the floor and toss a condom onto the bed at my side.

The next thing I know, thick fingers find the outside of my panties and he pulls those off as well. Instead of just chucking them to the floor with the rest, he lifts them like the filthy degenerate he is and presses the crotch to his face, inhaling as he fists his cock over me. Isaac takes up the space between my legs, and I spread them wider to give him room, not even aware of what I’m doing until a wash of air strokes over my soaked pussy. By then, it’s too late. I’m too far absorbed in what he’s doing.

He wraps his hand around his dick and pumps it from base to tip and back as he presses the soaked fabric of my panties to his nose and mouth with a groan. The muscles of his abdomen ripple as his hips roll into his hand and he puts the drenched spot of my panties right over his mouth and nose.

When he catches me staring at him, he smiles and then tosses them over his shoulder before releasing his cock and using his hands to spread my thighs even wider—until my muscles strain and ache. “The smell of your pussy is an aphrodisiac, Sunshine,” he informs me. “You smell like pure heaven.”

“Pervert,” I mutter as my face heats up.

“Your pervert,” he replies. “Just as you’re my greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

It should not turn me on the way he keeps calling me that. Slut. Whore. Those are bad words—degrading terms. Yet, from his mouth, they sound almost like endearments.That’s fucked up, isn’t it?

His low chuckle rockets through me as he bends and shoves his shoulders beneath my knees, hooking them over his back. “Say it,” he orders.

“W-what?” My brain short circuits as the heat of his breath touches me. My insides contract and I’m terrified that he can see it with how spread out I am, that he can see the way my pussy is pulsing with need for him.

“I want you to say the words,” he says. “Tell me what you are.”

I’m shaking my head before he’s even finished. “I don’t like those words.”

“Yes, you do,” he insists. “You’ve just been conditioned not to like them.”

“They’re degrading.”

“You like to be degraded,” he says.

“No, I—ah!” I scream in surprise as he cuts me off by lifting a hand and shoving two fingers into my pussy. No warning. They slide right to the hilt—a testament to how wet I already am.

“I promised you that you’d get to come tonight,” he says, “but you’ve got to be willing to put in the work too, Sunshine.”

My hips roll automatically as he thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them up at just the right angle so that stars begin to dance in front of my vision almost immediately. “Oh, fuck!” I groan, my chest arching and my back bowing as he fucks me with his hand.

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