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An understanding passes from him to me. He…

He’s not going to kill me.

This is a game to him. He gets off on my fear. On my tears.

He should die for this. I should be the one plotting his death.

Impossible. That’s the last thing on my mind. The last, when it needs to be the only thing I think of.

I do want to live. I also want to be his.

“Good girl.” His eyes are back to ice cold. Colder than the night outside. “Good fucking girl with your good fucking tears.”

Pulling out his fingers, he then offers me a swift brush of his lips against mine. That’s it. He gives me an achingly shortmoment of tenderness before manhandling me so I’m lying on top of him.

I’m sitting on his cock. He has his fingers biting into my hips.

The pressure between my legs grows into an ache. James slides his hands up my body, winding his fingers in my hair, and dragging me into a scorching kiss.

Too soon, he yanks me off him, then manhandles me again until my pussy is over his mouth. Until my mouth hovers over his dick.

I’m panting the lower I go, my hands trembling, weak with need. With fear. With so much confusion. I have nothing to do but wait for his orders. Wait until he puts my sick world back together.

“Wrap your lips around my dick.” He groans when my tears land on it. “Suck me just like you did in the cell. Don’t stop. Even when I make you come so hard that you gag and choke on me. I’m the one who decides when I’m done.”

He’s conditioned me to be turned on by his demeaning orders. Either that or I’ve been craving this my entire life.

I’ve been craving him, period.

Maybe if he does end up killing me, it won’t be that bad. I’d have died at the hands of the only man who ever saw me. The only man who reached into my soul. The only man I never wanted to leave.

“Do it.” His hand cracks on my ass, on the welts he’s left there.

I grab the base of his cock. He’s so hard. Veins cord his length. A drop of precum wets the tip.

“Too slow, Ophelia. I see you need proof I’m the vicious monster you think I am. The man who’ll end your life and throwing away the body.” His hot breath and threats have my thighs clenching. “I’ll give you one.”

Eviscerating that last inch between us, James forces my pussy to his mouth. The pleasure is insanely strong. Painfully so. I reach forward, clawing at the sheets. Trying to escape him.

He’s brutalizing me. A pleasure assault that makes me scream and beg him to stop.

He doesn’t let up.

He does worse than that. He tilts my hips up. Pushes his mouth between my pussy lips.

Bites my clit.

“Stop,” I scream. I cry. I scratch his thighs, drawing blood. “It’s too much.”

No words come out of his mouth. Nothing but growls as he sucks, bites, and licks me in the ruthless way of his. At some point, I’m not sure if it’s pain or pleasure I’m experiencing.

All I know is that I feel. That I’m scared.

That I need more.

I give up on getting away, starting to ride his face. Oh God. Oh my fucking God, that, that,that, right there. I’m getting used to the pain, and it’s so good.Using him. Grinding my hips on him as much as his grip allows. It’s not much, but he knows what I need better than I do, somehow.

When my climax comes, my vision darkens. My lungs burn. I’m shaking all over.

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