Page 51 of Brutal Mercy

“Careful. I’ve been gentle with you thus far because of your injury. But you’re asking to get fucked.”

I run my hands down his powerful back, loving the way his muscles ripple at my touch. “And what if that’s what I want?”

“You’re still new at this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His eyes are bluer than I’ve ever seen. “And what if that’s what I need? I’m not a fragile, wilting flower, Hades. I’ve simply been waiting for the right man to give me the rough fucking I need. Please.” I need to satisfy this craving. He’s been gentle for him, but not for me. And I want him unshackled. I want him without any restraints. I just want him more than I’ve ever wanted anybody.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says with a snarl.

He grips my hands and pins them above my head on the mattress. It’s like he doused me with nitrogen and dropped a match. Because now there’s a five-alarm fire raging through me that only he can quench.

He withdraws until just the tip remains and plows inside with brutal force, hitting my cervix. Pain mingles with pleasure, and I moan, arching my back. “Yes.”

God, it’s what I want. It’s what I need. When he does it a second and third time, I think, surely, I must have died. Because this with him is heaven on earth. My hips rise instinctively, meeting his hammered thrusts.

But then he withdraws and flips me onto my stomach. He cages my thighs with his, and I feel his dick along my rear. My hands curl into the mattress as he grips my hips and plows back inside me. Untold ecstasy slams into me, and my eyes roll back. In this new position, my pussy is even tighter, making the stretch burn. And my internal sensors can no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain. It all mingles inside, coalescing into a superstorm of ecstasy.

He wraps his free hand around my neck, and I feel owned for the first time in my life. I moan at the unfamiliar sensation, at his declaration. He pressed his lips next to my right ear, letting me hear his grunts and feel his breath wash over my cheek. And he pounds away inside me with a ferocity that steals my breath.

“Is this what you wanted, wife?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop. Ever.”

“You’re fucking perfect. And I’m never letting you go. Do you understand me? You’re mine. No one else ever gets to taste this pussy but me. No one else ever gets to fuck this pussy raw but me. And one of these days, I’m going to take your ass.”

He’s so dirty and I love it, moaning at his words.

“You like the thought of that? Of having my big dick fucking your ass just like this.” He peppers each of his words with a brutal, hammered thrust.

“Yes. That’s what I want.” But I shoot him a look over my shoulder. “And no one else ever gets this dick but me. If you want to fuck, you come to me. If you want your dick sucked, you come to me. Because you’re mine.”

It feels like we’re reinforcing the marriage vows we spoke. Only these are more real.

“Yes.” He growls and goes nuclear.

He fucks me like he’s mad at me. He fucks me as if this is our last night on earth and he wants to make the most of it. And my body takes him with delight. All the earlier pain has vanished as if it never existed. And in its place is a harsh pleasure, like shards of glass, and I take it all.

He grunts into my ear. And it fills me with satisfaction. Because this isn’t just fucking. It’s primal. It’s animalistic, the way he plows inside me. I take every inch, lifting my hips, begging for more.

And I feel a shift inside me.

I don’t care that he’s killed people. I don’t care that he’s stolen things and the outside world considers him a monster. Because he’s good to me. And I feel the seismic shift in me as doubts fall away.

“That’s it. More. Make me come on your cock.”

He snarls, gripping my neck tighter. “You’ve got a slutty little pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sob, so close to coming I feel the first clenching salvo in my pussy.

“I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum every day. Morning. Noon. And night. Because it’s mine. And I’ll do what I want with it.”

“Yes. Fuck me all the time. Give it to me.”

He holds me even closer, pounding away inside me with such violence I’m sure I’ll feel this later.

He drives so deep I’m surprised he doesn’t split me in two. But it’s just the right angle, depth, and force to set me off. And I come screaming, “Hades.”

“That’s right. I’m the man who owns this pussy,” he roars. His cock jolts and spills inside me.

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