Page 91 of Sinner

The sick feeling of euphoria drifted through every cell and muscle, turning my body into a toy he could play with and mold.

He cracked his hand against my backside again, jolting me back to reality.

Gasping from the sharp reminder of earlier anguish, I was instantly frozen all over again when he pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole.

“I don’t… I’ve never…” They were the only words I could form. When I heard his chuckle, a single tear slipped past the lashes of my right eye. All I could think about was that I wasn’t good enough.

Whoa. Hold on. That was crazy.

He released his hold on my neck, soothing my back by rubbing his fingers up and down. “Breathe easy, Desdemona. I promise you that you’ll remember this night for a long time to come.”

He was so certain of himself, so sure that I would follow his commands every step of the way. He’d mentioned the chains holding me, keeping me locked away as if a prisoner from myself. Maybe he was right. But maybe that’s what needed to happen. I couldn’t do this to myself. I just…

Confusion had never been an issue before. Maybe I was in some kind of trance. As he slipped his shaft in by a couple of inches, I sucked in my breath audibly, a shudder running through me.

I was sick to my stomach, furious with myself for falling prey to the man. This was just a game to him. I felt it. My gut told me that. Yet I’d encouraged every moment I’d spent with him.

Maybe it was only a test, but he’d further awakened something so dark and forbidden in my soul I wasn’t certain I could return to real life as I’d been before.

A wave of discomfort shifted down my legs and he drove his cock in again, stopping to caress my back.

“So beautiful. So perfect.”

Was that what he said to all the women he brought into his house? I’d heard what he’d said, his insistence I was the only one, but how was that possible? And if so, why?

Another burst of pain rolled through me as he thrust the rest of his shaft inside my asshole. I was startled by not only the electric jolts soaring through every muscle, but also by the sudden pleasure drowning out any hint of discomfort.

Gasping, I shifted in the now lukewarm water, once again gripping the edge of the tub as he pounded into me. The man was brutal with everything he did, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Everything I’d thought so wrong, so out of order in my life was coming back to haunt me.

Dreams.

Fantasies.

Such intense longings with vivid images that I was left unable to sleep.

Years of feeling that way.

Years of knowing I was different.

He’d captured not only the darkness festering inside of me for years, but also my body, taking it as his own.

The thought brought so many emotions, so much anxiety yet as he continued fucking me, I found how lost I truly was. As if I was running through a forest of lush foliage while thorns bit into my bare feet.

Nothing was real any longer, yet it was even better than it had been.

He issued a deep growl, much huskier than before. He was in his element, digging his nails into my hips as he thrust so brutally that the wind was knocked out of me.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Lights flashed in front of my eyes and I clenched them shut, determined to block out the rest of the world. Was that even possible?

With another hard crack of his hand on my backside, I sensed he was close to coming, erupting deep inside. I jutted my hips back, meeting every brutal thrust, water now splashing everywhere from the force he used.

He refused to stop, spreading my muscles wide open.

As he finally erupted deep inside, something else dawned on me.

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