Page 89 of Cursed

“Yes,” I choked out.

“Ask for it, sister.”

I swallowed hard and rose up just enough to look at him over my shoulder. His icy pale eyes were fixed on me. “Fuck me hard, Bastian, please…”

His grin should have frightened me, but it only made my pussy clench.

Bastian’s hands tightened on my hips as he rolled me over onto my back.

He gripped my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed and I moaned as his cock, hard and smooth, rubbed against my slick pussy. I gripped the coverlet as he pressed my legs down against my chest and teased my entrance with the head of his cock.

“Please,” I gasped, and then let out a gasp as he pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock into me, and then withdrew. “Asshole.”

He chuckled. “Now, now…”

He lifted his hand off one thigh and pressed his fingers against my throbbing pussy. I moaned with abandon as he rubbed hard at my swollen clit and then coated his fingers in my slick wetness.

My eyes widened as his long fingers teased against my asshole, and then the head of his cock pressed there, a constant, steady pressure.

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmured as he tilted his hips forward and I let out a breath as the thick head slipped past the tight ring of muscle. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Relax— I know you want this, too.”

I did. Desperately.

Slowly, steadily, Bastian’s cock slid into my ass. The burning sensation that made my breath catch slowly eased into pleasure as he worked his fingers over my clit in slow circles until I moaned and gripped the coverlet. My skin prickled, and I opened my eyes just enough to see the dark smoke of Bastian’s magic coil up my body—slithering over my heated skin like a serpent.

It teased over my nipples and wound around my throat, tightening just enough to raise my pulse as I struggled to take a full breath.

Bastian’s fingers were in my cunt now, sliding with a slow rhythm that matched the movement of his hips as he fucked my ass with precise strokes.

Slow.

Gentle.

Maddeningly erotic.

His head fell back as he lost himself in the sensation, and I struggled to keep my climax at bay. The magic I’d stolen roiled inside me, clamoring to escape, and the whispers of the grimoire buzzed in my mind.

Don’t let him take control—

But I wanted to give in.It felt so good to give in.

With a groan, I reached down and pushed his hand away from my pussy and gritted my teeth at the sudden loss of the exquisite rhythm he had set.

Bastian’s eyes widened as he looked down at me. “What—”

“Harder,” I said through gritted teeth. “Make me cum with your cock in my ass—”

“Avril,” he groaned, as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I let him set the pace, slow at first, and then building as he slid his cock into me… But as his focus wavered, I murmured the first words of the spell. The ones that would bind him.

As soon as the words left my lips, I felt the tension shift. I could sense his amusement fading as I took control and my legs tightened and held him in place.

My body burned with urgency, and every inch of me craved more, but I had to complete the ritual.

Bastian’s eyes widened as I shifted slightly and pulled the dagger from the folds of the coverlet.

“Stop!” he hissed, and a glimmer of panic flashed across his face as I rose off the bed and pulled him closer. A breathless groan escaped my lips as his cock filled my ass completely.

My body shuddered as I drew the dagger across my palm and coated the blade in my blood. Frozen in place, Bastian’s eyes followed the dagger’s movements as I brought it up against his naked chest.

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