“Fate has always been the leading factor in everything in my life—the driver to my hands. I want to take this time to be in control. I want to create this moment for myself.”
My lips parted with his meaning. He wanted to…
My dress was yanked down my torso, my breasts bouncing out of the fabric. I scrambled, trying to pull it back up, but Maddox gripped my wrists and pushed me against that cold glass of the tombs, jerking my head back and taking my mouth in his own.
I had never been kissed, but how his mouth warred with mine made it feel so right. I panted, trying to catch my breath, but he wouldn’t let me. He was overwhelming my system, making me short-circuit.
“No. Maddox, stop,” I said, trying to pull free of this haze.
“Let this happen, Little Virgin. Take me. Like you have always been destined to.”
His pants fell down his legs and his boxers with it. I gasped and stared at the terrifyingly large dick poking at my chest.
“Bend over, Vivian Valentine.”
I whimpered, terrified and so damn hot I couldn’t help but listen with shaky movements. I didn’t get a warm-up or a warning. He moved behind me so fast I could barely register the feeling of him as he lined up his cock and slammed into my entrance.
I screamed.
The pain engulfed me, the feeling of being ripped apart overwhelming. This wasn’t like his fingers. No, this was painful, and it made me sweat instantly. I struggled to get away from him, feeling the warm blood coat my thighs.
“Be still. I can barely control myself as it is.”
His warning felt dark. There was no sweetness to it.
I stared up at the glass containing his doppelganger, those dead eyes staring back at me as Maddox thrusted in and out of my core.
I cried, tears streaming down my face. Maddox was so big. His hand reached down to my clit, and the agonizing burn started to turn into something warmer. I was still on fire, but now, with each stroke and pump, I felt this need fill my belly.
“Holy fuck, you are so tight. You will bring me to my grave, Vivian Valentine. You feel like heaven, but surely you are nothing but pure sin.”
I panted, taking the brunt of his thrusts. My body was being smashed against the glass of the tomb, my tears smearing the clear material as I held onto that smooth surface for balance as best as I could. I could see my reflection. I could see him. He looked possessed as he marked my body in bloody handprints.
I was going to come. Somehow, some way, my body was gearing up to explode on his member. I couldn’t help myself. I turned my head to stare at his face. He linked his tattooed hands into my hair, angling me more. I could feel him inside my stomach.
“I-I…I can’t stop myself,” I said, mindlessly grinding onto him. I could see and smell the blood. I couldn’t tell what was from him or myself.
It coated his pelvis and my legs. I felt my insides ripping to accept him. His thickness was way more than his fingers, and I had two seconds to adjust to him before he fucked me so hard I couldn’t even see straight.
“Vivian! Holy fuck-My Little Virgin. Fuck, you’re gonna feel my come. I am going to fucking fill you up for days to come where you can only think of me when it drips down these silky thighs.”
I screamed, and his own growl joined mine. We came together. The slippery liquid of his semen truly did fill me to the brim. It spurted out from where we connected, leaking down the sides of his cock, and the dam bursting from my own orgasm created a sticky pool below us.
I couldn’t look at him.
I just couldn’t.
All I could do was stare at the blood and my ancestors in front of me…wondering how much this truly was fate.
Chapter eleven
Inever imagined I would feel so…bad. The woman I wanted to break in every way—her soul, body, and mind—was shaking half-naked, just staring at the glass tombs in front of us.
“Vivian?” I said, grabbing my shirt to drape around her body.
It was common for pure women to bleed. It just meant she really was a virgin. She hadn’t lied. Was she in shock?
“Little Virgin?” I said again, reaching for her and rubbing her arms.