Page 55 of All's Fair In Love & War

The line between violence and worship was as thin as a damn hair, and I’d walked it blindfolded.

I let go of her wrists, fingers trailing down her arms until I hooked her elbows and forced her deeper into the bench. She was nose to velvet and ass pointed toward the city as I bit the back of her neck hard enough to mark her. Sophia moaned, the sound rolling out of her so sweet it made my tooth ache.

“You wanna play?” My voice rumbled, sitting right on the edge of a laugh. “Fine. We’ll play, but this time, you follow my rules.”

Her answer came out in a reckless, damn-near girlish giggle, wild at the edges but sharp like broken glass. I pressed both her wrists together, grinding bone to bone, then wrapped her lace thong around them like makeshift cuffs to remind her who was in control.

“Color?” I asked again, lips brushing her hair, voice low enough to hum inside her skull.

She barely paused. “Still green, muthafucka.”

Nodding, I slid my fingers between her thighs, and when I pulled them free, they glistened. Without breaking eye contact, I licked them clean, then shoved them into her mouth. She bit down, hard, eyes locked on mine through the mirror across the room. Sophia wanted the fight, and she damn sure was gonna get it. When she growled around my fingers, I snatched them out, leaving her lips slick and swollen.

"Open your fuckin' legs."

She obeyed, spreading her legs slowly and deliberately as if she was opening the gates of hell and daring me to walk through.

And I did.

One brutal thrust buried me inside her, so deep and fast it knocked a scream out of her throat and slammed her hips against the bench.

“Fuck!” she cried out, head jerking back, spine arching like her body didn’t know whether to fight or beg for more.

“Keep running your mouth now,” I growled, slamming into her again, “Let’s see how smart that mouth is when I’m fucking it shut from the other end.”

Her laugh was breathless, wrecked, but still arrogant. “You think this is breaking me?” she panted. “Please. You’re not even scratching the surface.”

I grabbed her by the throat and dragged her up until her back was against my chest, still fully impaled on my dick. Even with wrists bound and her body trembling, that mouth thatgoddamn mouth kept going.

I whispered into her ear, biting her lobe between my teeth. “You wanna come? Beg.”

She scoffed. “For you? Nigga, fuck you! I’ll never beg for this weak ass dick,” she replied, making me chuckle as I yanked her back by the hair and drove into her harder, faster, balls slapping against her soaked pussy loud enough to drown out her defiance.

She gasped, trying to twist away, so I bent her over again and fucked her into the velvet like I was trying to fuck the attitude out of her soul.

"You talk too much shit," I snarled, each word punched out between thrusts. "Lemme give that pretty pussy something to scream about."

"Do it then," she snapped, face flush, drool sliding down her chin. “Stop making promises you can’t keep.”

I slapped her ass so hard it echoed. “Keep playing with me.”

Then I grabbed the crop again and slapped the inside of her thigh to see her twitch. That time, she flinched and moaned.

“Color?” I kept asking to ensure she remembered her safe word. I didn’t want to get too wild and hurt her too badly, though it may have been fun.

“Green, motherfucker.”

I pulled out and flipped her over so fast she barely had time to breathe. I grabbed her thighs and shoved them apart, my dick slick and aching as I lined up again.

“You wanted the fun stuff,” I said, voice raw. “Here it is.”

Then I fucked her with everything I had. No rhythm, no finesse. Just power and punishment, hips snapping like vengeance made flesh. She clawed at my chest, bit my shoulder, tried to fight the release building inside her, but I wasn’t letting up.

She came with a scream, back bowing, pussy clenching like a fucking vice.

And I didn’t stop.

I fucked her through it, ignoring the spasms, the shaking legs, the breathless pleas disguised as insults.

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