Page 37 of Wicked Nasty

With a tight grasp on my face, he pulls me in closer. Danny shoves his thumb into my mouth, forcing my lower jaw open. As he exposes my mouth for his taking, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over me.

I want to resist, but at the same time, I can't deny the pleasure that Danny's dominance brings me.

I’m a sick freak. The pain fuels my pleasure.

Danny looks down at me. "Suck it, Becs."

His domineering tone fuels my internal conflict even more. I should be pushing him away, screaming as I run. Yet, here I am. Leaning in toward him as he forces his cock deep in my throat.

Tears form as his tip hits the back of my throat. His hand grips my hair as he angles my head back. He thrusts his hips as I take him over and over.

“Fuck, Becca…”

My head is all fucked up; I have this deep desire for Danny, yet anger towards myself for succumbing to his control and giving in so easily.

Danny’s hips move rhythmically as I pleasure him until he can’t take it anymore. Suddenly, he pulls out and runs his cock down my body.

Our eyes meet before he slams his cock into me, covering my mouth with his hand to stifle my cries.

Danny's hand tightly grips my wrists as he takes me. With every thrust, it’s a mix of pleasure and pain. But oh, how I love every single fucking minute of it.

My body betrays my mind as I succumb to the pleasure. Every thrust drives me wild, my body needing more.

More pain.

More pleasure.

More of Danny. I arch my back, pressing against him, craving even deeper contact. His grip on my wrists tightens in response, sure to leave marks. Good. I want the reminder of this moment seared into my skin.

Danny's breath is ragged in my ear as he increases his pace. I can feel the tension building in his body, mirroring the coiling heat in my core. His hand leaves my wrists, fingers tangling in my hair instead, yanking my head back. The sting sends shivers down my spine.

"Look at me," he growls.

I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The raw hunger I see there pushes me to the edge. Danny must sense it, because he drives into me harder, faster.

"Come for me. Be a good girl and fuckingcome, Becca." he commands.

And just like that. I shatter. Waves of ecstasy crash over me as I cry out Danny's name. My body convulses around him, pulling him deeper. He groans, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, Danny buries himself inside me, his body going rigid as he comes.

For a moment, we're frozen in time, connected in the most intimate way. Then Danny collapses on top of me, his weight both comforting and suffocating. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching my own frantic heartbeat.

As the haze of pleasure fades, shame and self-loathing creep back in. I hate how easily I gave in, how desperately I crave his touch. But even as these thoughts swirl in my mind, my body betrays me once again.

Danny sits up, his eyes turning dark as he looks at my wrists. He tries to remove the tie, but it’s too tight. He grabs his pocketknife from his bedside table.

But Danny’s hand shakes as he tries to carefully cut it off of me. The knife accidentally nicks my wrist, drawing blood.

Without hesitation, Danny puts the wound to his mouth to stop the bleeding, causing a mixture of fear and desire to flood through me.

He sits up, those devious eyes full of desire land on me. I’m entranced as Danny’s tongue darts out to lick my blood from his lips.

Jesus fucking christ.

A shiver runs down my spine, equal parts fear and excitement. Danny's gaze holds me captive, and I find myself unable to look away from his crimson-stained mouth. My heart pounds wildly in my chest. I should run, should scream, should fight–but my body refuses to obey.

At this moment, I know I'm lost. Whatever Danny is, whatever dark creature of the night he is, I'm his now.

“What have you done to me, butterfly?”

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