Page 34 of Revenge & Ruin

She squirms impatiently as I line myself up, and I have to capture both her wrists in one hand to stop her from trying to jerk me off.

“Oh,fuck me!”she all but screams when I finally thrust inside of her.

It's an electric kind of death, the way everything short circuits but becomes dazzling bright at the same time.

I never dreamed that fucking Isabella Natali against a bathroom wall would have any kind of effect beyond scratching a sadistic kind of itch.

But this,this.

The feeling of being so wrapped around her, lightning dancing off our skin as I roughly thrust into her over and over again, it’s something else.

It’s in the way my hand squeezes her wrists together, hard enough to bruise. It’s the way my other arm wraps around her back to bring her ever closer, but not close enough.

Even when I take her to the hilt and consume her mouth like a man starved, the feeling doesn’t lessen. It somehow gets worse, knowing that this is the closest I can ever be is still notenough.

I want to crawl inside her skin and draw pleasure out of her in a way no one will ever be able to recover from.

Isabella suddenly growls in frustration, as if feeling it too.

“Harder, fuck me harder.” She latches onto my ear and bites down on the lobe.

I pick up the pace. But this position, this angle…it’s not enough.

With a matching growl of frustration, I lift her clean away from the wall over to the sinks. She whimpers when I drop her, but obeys when I spin her around and lean her over the fancy porcelain.

She spreads her legs eagerly, and I waste no time. One hand gathers in her blonde curls while the other lifts her up just so, and…

“Fuck!” I groan out as I plunge into her again.

It takes me too long to realize there’s a mirror. I am too consumed with the instantly addictive feeling of her tightness against my cock.

But when I do notice it, it’s my instant undoing.

Those cruel, chocolate eyes stare right back at me. Framed by long lashes and smudged makeup, they are unfairly bright when I can see my own are glazed over in some kind of frenzy.

I’m desperate, oh so desperate, to do as she commanded. Harder, harder,harder.

I admire her sick kind of joy as she takes every thrust with a twitch and a gasp, as if there’s nothing I could ever do to truly satisfy her.

It only enrages me further. I want to fuck that look right off her face. I want her to cry out. I want her to lose herself in this. I want to see her eyes glaze over and hear my name on her lips.

The thought alone has me close, too agonizingly close, and I have to squeeze my eyes closed to try and control it. Wait. Just wait. I can ruin her.

I can…

Everything comes to an abrupt and gravity-defying stop the second I feel that cold blade against the artery on my upper thigh.

My eyes snap open, and that sadistic joy on her face has only worsened.

“What’s wrong, lover? I thought you liked a bit of knife play?” she coos back at me.

I see it then, the switchblade grasped in her hand. Where the hell had she even been hiding that?

“Belle,”I hiss through my teeth.

I’m still fucking inside her. So, so close to the edge, I could just throw myself off it.

But then she’d win, she’d fucking win.

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