Page 68 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Good girl, but it won't save your ass from being ruined,” he said beside my ear.
I felt him shift behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His fingers spread me wide, dragging over the welts like he was proud of them.
“Look at this mess,” he muttered.“Dripping. Marked, and fucking perfect.”
My asshole clenched when I felt the head of his cock nudge against it. I braced.
“Stay still,” he warned.“Or I’ll start from one again.”
I buried my face into the pillow, whimpering, my breath fogging against the cotton.
He pushed in—slow, cruel, stretching my already burning ass until the ache bloomed into fire.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.“You were made for this. Made to be assfucked like a filthy slut.”
I sobbed, overwhelmed, body trembling as he seated himself fully. Ruined didn’t even cover it.
His hand gripped my throat from behind, not tight, just enough to remind me who I belonged to.
“You like being punished in your asshole, little whore?” he whispered, voice thick with need.
“Yes, Master,” I breathed.
“Then take every inch. Like the obedient little bitch you are.”
Just as I was about to cum he paused, staying buried deep for a moment, grinding his hips down until I squirmed.
“Still tight enough in there to make me fucking lose it,” he growled, dragging his cock out halfway, then slamming it back in so hard the headboard rattled.“But that wouldn’t be fair now, would it? Letting you cum without a proper lesson.”
I whined into the pillow. My thighs shook from holding still.
“Please,” I begged, voice hoarse, throat still bruised from being used.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum, Master.”
I felt the sharp sting of a slap to my right cheek—more bite than pain.
“You’ll cum when I say. Not before. Not even if you soak the fucking sheets.”
He pulled out halfway again. Then again. Slow, shallow thrusts. A filthy rhythm meant to drive me mad. His cock teased the edge of my hole and then shoved deeper again, just enough to make me gasp.
My hips twitched, trying to chase his cock. That earned me another slap.
“Greedy little ass slut,” he murmured.“After you fucked yourself with a cucumber? You think you get to cum?”
“No, Master.”
“No,” he repeated, sliding one hand under me. His fingers brushed my clit, barely there, cruel and fleeting.
I almost lost it.
“Please, I’ll be good—”
“You are good,” he said, mock-sweet.“Good at being ruined. Good at wearing your Master’s marks. Good at taking cock where it hurts.”
He pinched my clit hard enough to make me jolt.
