Page 94 of Scarlet Secrets

Demyan bites my ass as he stands behind me. I let out a breathy scream. “W-what?—”

“You were flirting tonight. But the thing is, you’re mine and I don’t share.”

I try to breathe, to sit up. But he pushes me down with the heel of his hand, his other playing with me, spreading my juices over my pussy, and then he licks me, and I almost come right then and there.

Against the lips of my pussy, he speaks. “You flirted.”

“They flirted with me.”

“I don’t care. I’m going to show you just how much you’re mine.”

Before I can ask, he’s gone and I start to sit up—but something snaps in the air, leather on leather, that’s what it sounds like to me.

“Stay there, Erin.”

I do.

I don’t know why, but I do. And then he grabs my hands and wraps the leather around my wrists. I try to look, but the angle I’m at isn’t given much movement, and as he stretches my arms out to loop what I think is a belt around the headboard of the bed, I’m pulled taut.

At his mercy.

“Good. You’re mine. To do with what I wish.” He moves behind me and grabs my hip with one hand, spreading my thighs farther, before he suddenly thrusts into me.

The sudden invasion is shocking. My body stretches to take him, and I’ve never felt so completely filled as I do now..

Like this, I can’t push back. I can’t do anything but take the pounding—take whatever he decides to do to me.

I thought some of the sex we had once at the hotel was wild, but this is next level. I’m vulnerable, and his to do with as he wants, just like he said. He hammers into me—deep andhard—his fingers digging into my hips as he takes his pleasure.

I’m on fire. With every hard thrust, my body shudders; it’s a little too hard and not enough. There’s a dull ache with each deep slam. And in that ache is a need. For more. Pleasure starts to bloom.

That’s when he adjusts, giving me more, pushing up to reach a deeper, sensitive place inside me and soon I’m just lost in this dominating sex. I give in to it, let him take me on the journey.

The soft hiss of “Yesss…” tells me it’s what he wants, craves, and while I can’t move, my pussy reacts indelibly. My delicate parts seem to open for him, taking him deeper, and then they close, gripping him on his way out as though they need him back, and that friction is almost too much. It is too much.

It sends me flying.

I come hard, shaking, shuddering, and he doesn’t care. He keeps driving into me, making me come again. His fingers dig deeper and his body brushes over my back, furnace hot as he bites down into my neck. Then he suddenly pulls out, and he pushes slowly into my ass.

I bite down on the instinctual no. This is only the second time the first time was with him and he’d prepped me, but this time, he pushes in like he doesn’t give a fuck about me.

Except that’s not true: the invasion is slow, and he’s silent, just the harsh breath from him as he goes, and he reaches down to stroke my clit, stopping every time I tense, pushing in every time I relax. And when he’s in. All. The. Way.

A tiny orgasm hits as he twists my clit.

“Mine.”

One word. That’s it. Demyan pumps into me again, silent, taking pleasure in his domination of me. And I’m swept up again.

The throb starts so deep in me that at first I don’t know what’s happening. And then I'm moaning, getting louder as he pounds in, and I come yet again. This time, he does, too. Hard. His cock jerking and twitching, and the heat of his cum spreads in spurts.

When he’s done, he pulls out, unties me, and looks at me. I expect the ice of his pale-blue eyes. But they glitter like hot crystals and he takes my mouth once more in a long, languid kiss.

He doesn’t stop kissing me. He picks me up and takes me into the shower, then climbs in and begins washing me. I’m not sure why until he lets go of me, and I slide down, only to be caught by him.

“Careful, little Erin. That was intense.”

He says it like he’s branded me, and maybe he has.

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