Page 38 of Babalon

“F—fuck you!”

“Even better.”

“Don’t you dare,” I grumble.

“Or what? I’ve allowed you to manhandle me, Nadia. You’re not as strong as you think you are and that’s alright, I like that defiant and hateful attitude of yours. Really gets me going.”

What an asshole!

Scowling, I reach up for his wrist, digging my nails into his skin, and then jerk. If he is going to slap me, I am going to make him bleed.

“Pitiful,” he snaps.

Feeling him tighten his hand in my hair, he pulls me forward and closer to the center of the room, forcing me to crawl across the dirty floor. My belt dangling and clanking with each rushed movement. Then he is behind me, his free hand grips the back of my uniform pants and drags them down with my panties in tow, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. Fire spread across my ass when his hand rained down several slaps, their loud snaps echoing in the hollow space we were in.

“KACE!”

“Atta girl, just what I want to hear. Again.”

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“Fuck!”

“Almost, try again.”

Slap.

“Kace, please!”

“Good girl.”

Holding me in place, though I can’t see, I can hear him pulling open the front of his jumper and then reaching inside. He places one knee between my spread legs, and bent the other, resting it over my hip. Goddamn, he’s so close I can feel the heat rolling off of him.

Drawing my head back, I about lost my fucking wits when he slides the blunt tip of his cock between my labia. The anticipation of him ravaging my body made me dig my nails into the stonework with impatience, and despite the grip he has on my hair, I try to push back to him.

Slap.

I moan.

“Be still, whore.”

“Please, please. God, I need you.”

“God isn’t here.”

What a fucking ass—

The moan that ripped from my mouth just then would have rattled the windows if there were any in here. His cock surged into my body without a second of hesitation. The sting of him spreading me open sent a shock of pleasure through me; the pain making my nipples harden and start to ache for their own stimulation, even though they are confined behind my sports bra.

“Ohhhhh, fuck. Look at that, snitch.”

He drew his hips back and slowly pushes deeper into me, my hips canting just enough so I could feel every single inch rake in and out of my wet pussy. Oh, fuck, indeed.

The hell did I get myself into?

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