Page 42 of Vicious Little Princess

He shoved a finger deep inside my ass, making me grunt.

It turned into a coughing fit, but he didn’t pay it any mind, even adding a second finger and pounding into me fiercely.

“Don’t tell me how it was. That night changed everything for me. He kept me close to him after that, gave me more power, fucking made me.Andit ended up bringing you and me together.”

That was an extremely worrying and convoluted way of looking at things.

It hit me then, and it all collided. Everything he’d done, everything he’d said. “You wanted.. my… guidance?”

Was that really why he’d been fixated on me? Why he’d really done all of this? In his twisted way, had he actually wanted my help? To teach him how to progress in this area, to help him understand it and this new part of himself that had been awakened?

“Maybe,” he admitted, starting to curl his fingers.

It had my abs clenching, my hips rolling of their own accord, which all made me cry out as pain radiated through my side, right where the worst of the bruising was.

“What’s the story behind your angel wings tattoo on your back?” he asked, catching me off guard. An obvious attempt to redirect if I’d ever heard one.

“Covering… scars.”

“From a belt, right? Being used like a whip?”

I nodded.

“Your old man?”

Another nod.

“You’re not over it. That was clear from the way you freaked out when I brought him up on your first night here. You should take a leaf out of my book.”

“You’renot… over it. It tortures you. All this… the abuse… to Cat… to me… it’s you… inflicting pain and… sexual domination over others… to purge what happened… to you.”

He pulled his fingers free with a growl, his face twisted. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t know.”

“You wanted… my guidance. This is—”

He pounced on the bed on either side of my bound legs, looming over me, glaring down at me fiercely. “Beg me, Julian. Fucking beg me already. Your ass was clenching down around my fingers, desperate for more, desperate for me.”

I was sweating all over. I could literally feel it dripping all over me. And with him on me, my breathing became even more labored. I couldn’t even see him clearly despite his face being just inches from mine.

He jostled the bed as he lifted up a little and jerked his jeans off, baring his hard cock.

The rough movements had nausea rising up.

I closed my eyes against it, trying to block it out, to block everything out.

Sleep threatened to take me over really fucking quickly.

That lightheadedness… it surged like crazy.

I was gonna pass out. I was gonna—

Something pushing at my ass had my eyes snapping open.

Through blurry vision, I looked to see Angelo prodding my hole with his dick.

He made me whine as he dragged his fingers through the blood dripping from my legs, then lubed his cock with it.

“All this time and I haven’t taken this tight ass yet. Can you fucking believe it?” He kept pushing against my hole, only to pull away.

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