Page 26 of Violent Love: Viktor
I turned my head towards the wall, focusing on the chipped cream paint. Something solid pressed against my folds—his cock. I braced my hands on the bed.
The smooth, thick head pushed in, stretching me open inch by inch. Tears stung my eyes—not because I had no choice, but because my traitorous body accepted him.
“Yeah, take me in this tight little cunt,Suka,” he growled, shoving my face into the mattress as he slid deeper.“Get me nice and wet for your ass.”
My eyes snapped open. I swallowed hard at the implication.
He chuckled darkly.“I think you like the idea. Your pussy just clenched.”
He pulled back, then slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Yes, take all of me. This is your life now,” he snarled, hips driving faster, harder.“This, this right here—my little fuck slave.”
I cried out as he rammed into me, his fingers digging into my hips, dragging me back with each brutal thrust. The pain blurred into something hotter, something worse. I could feel every vein, every ridge as he ploughed into me.
“I can’t dump my load here. Not yet. You need to see the doctor first,” he muttered.
The thought of that deranged man near me made me tense up, clenching around his cock until he groaned in pleasure. His pace quickened, every slam forward knocking me into the coarse blanket, my breasts scraping against the fabric.
“Fear and pain make you so deliciously tight,” he growled, pulling out.
I looked back to see him coating his cock with more lubricant. For one brief, humiliating second, I was relieved—until the fat, wet tip pressed against my asshole.
“No, Master. Please—not there,” I sobbed, yanking at the sheets.“You’re too big.”
He paused.
Then, softly,“No isn’t in your vocabulary anymore.”
His palm stroked down my back before he slapped my ass so hard I gasped.
“If you don’t loosen those muscles, the pain will be worse,” he warned, nudging the tip harder against my entrance.
The tail had stretched me, but not enough. He pushed slowly, relentlessly, until the head breached me. I gasped at the burn, face buried in the bed, body tensing against the intrusion.
My mind emptied. I couldn’t think—just breathe. Just endure.
He waited, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. The pain bloomed hot and searing, and still he didn’t stop. He let my body catch up, then moved again.
“Please, Master,” I begged, broken.
“Shhh,” he murmured, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me upright, driving himself deeper into my ass. His hand circled my throat, the other sliding down to rub my clit.
“You’re going to cum with my cock in your asshole,” he whispered against my cheek, the filth of it poisoning my soul.
Tears soaked the bed. My legs trembled. But my body betrayed me again, relaxing around the thick intrusion while his fingers coaxed something dark and terrifying to life inside me.
“By the time I’m done with you,” he growled, fucking into my ass with brutal control,“you’ll take everything I give you…and thank me for it.”
And I believed him.
Chapter 11
Viktor
She was exquisite—every whimper, every tremble, every clench. I wasn’t done with her mind or her body. Not even close.
The more I rubbed her slick pussy, the deeper I fucked her ass, her tight virgin hole hugging every inch of me like it was made to be broken.
