Page 61 of Tainted Serenity

“I spent eighteen months trying to survive that place, until one day, something happened.”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, close to orgasm, and I pick up the speed and force with which I move. Her beautiful, breathless moans fill the space.

“Come for me.”

She lets go, coming all over my fingers as she squirts out her release. The color of her cheeks blooms into an endearing shade of red, and she fixes me with a look of profound shock; her eyes widened. I offer her a reassuring smile.

“What happened?” I ask her while standing up, changing back the topic.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here, talking about this,” she says with a voice pitched high.

“Remember that time I fingered you by the lake? When we found that corpse?” She nods uncertainly, waiting for me to continue, and I can’t help but smirk. “This is even more depraved than that. Me fingering you in a house full of nightmares, with a man standing right outside and probably able to hear all your pretty moans.”

“You’re enjoying this, you sick son of a bitch.”

An enticing smile tugs at her lips, and the atmosphere tingles with anticipation. I position myself before her, stroking my cock as she looks at me eagerly.

“As if you’re not,” I declare, to which she rolls her eyes.

I push into her as her pussy takes me in greedily, our moans filling the space. The arousing sound of my skin slapping against her fills the room as she coats me with her wetness.

“Continue talking,” I demand.

She whimpers as I ease out of her before hardly pushing inside again, causing her back to hit the chair with force.

“A man came, collecting his newest toy, and then killed the doll master of the manor.”

She has a hard time talking; the pleasure occupying her every thought and making her a jumbled mess. The wet sound of her fills my ears, along with her sorrowful story.

“Wait,” I moan out, remembering what she had previously said. “Did you say Grimhill Manor?”

She nods her head, hands resting on my back while her nails carve into my flesh as she prompts me closer, and I revel in the pain. She is all I fucking need, and I will take everything she offers me.

“As in Arthur Grimhill?”

At this point, my body trembles from the position of fucking her on the creepy medical chair, yet there is something so erotic in the act.

“Y-yeah. He’s the doll master.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh is echoing throughout the room as she tries to stifle her rising moans while biting her lip until she draws blood. As she takes each hard thrust inside her, her moans become louder and more frantic, making the chair creak underneath our weights. My forehead is dotted with sweat, accentuating the intensity of our heated moment and reunion.

“Arthur Grimhill was the doll master’s brother. Frederick Grimhill was killed.”

For a brief second, I pause my movements as I stare into her eyes, a dawning realization sweeping over me. She is telling the truth, and that can only mean one thing. This entire shit is connected to that manor, meaning there was never a chance for me to get better at Dankworth Institute and then earn my freedom. I don’t know if I should kill someone or tear the entire room apart just from hearing those words.

Naya whimpers underneath me, hips bucking while begging me to continue. I resume thrusting inside her, the slickness of her pussy making it easy to enter and slide out with swift movements. It suddenly makes more sense why Arthur stabbed Naya that freezing winter day. She was there the day his brother died.

She clenches around my cock, her jaw tensing to stifle the beautiful sounds she makes. Her eyes flicker to the door as if she is wary that my supposed brother outside might hear her, compelling her to muffle her moans. In an assertive display, I grip her throat, gradually restricting the flow of air to her lungs. Her breath escapes her quickly, leaving her gasping for air until she can no longer suppress her cries of pleasure.

“I want him to hear your moans so he knows who you belong to,” I practically growl into her ear, and she gives me one of her flirty and teasing smiles.

It’s not until long that my thrusts become sloppy, the sounds of our skin slapping reverberating through the walls as I fuck her on the vintage examination chair. Her breaths come out shorter, panting as I continue to choke her, which only makes her clench on my cock harder.

Eventually, she lets go, making us both trip over an edge that has us plummeting to our assured deaths as we come at the same time. Sweat drips from my forehead, and I’m breathing heavily by the time we both come back from the ecstasy of having each other completely.

There’s a knock on the door, and I glare at it while quickly helping Naya get dressed before putting on my own pants. Within a minute, the door opens, and in comes none other than the doctor whose office we just fucked inside.

“Are you done? You have to get back,” Daxton shifts his attention toward Naya with an air of urgency to his words.

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