Page 141 of The Ecstasy of Sin
I’m drowning in lust as he lines the flushed head of his dick with the aching entrance of my pussy, his dark eyes locked on mine. “You can scream, and you can beg, but if anyone hears you and tries to come to your rescue, I will fucking kill them. Then I’ll fuck you in a pool of their blood.”
His threat makes me moan like his words are an aphrodisiac. I should be ashamed of the way his violence turns me on, but the fact that he would commit atrocities just to stay inside of me… it makes my entire body ache for him.
“Wait,” I whisper, trembling beneath him.
He tilts his head, dragging the heavy crown of his cock along the seam of my pussy, from the dripping entrance up to my throbbing clit and back again. He’s patient while he waits for me to speak.
“Make me,” I whisper to him in the dark.
His eyes narrow. “Make you what, little lamb?”
“Make me be quiet.”
He takes a deep breath, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “It would be my fucking pleasure.”
His hand lifts, fingers pressing into my mouth, his middle and ring finger sliding deep across my tongue until I gag around them.
He presses down, holding steady until my throat relaxes for him.
I moan, white-hot pleasure flooding my entire body like he just gave me a shot of heroin for the first time and I’ll be chasing this high forever. His fingers invade my mouth, his hand effectively silencing me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, the words vibrating through his chest. “So good… and so fucking mine.”
Then, without warning, he slams inside of me.
I scream around his fingers, the sound muffled and choked. He strokes the back of my tongue with his fingertips, coaxing my body to surrender while his cock splits me open in the most delicious, devastating way.
His face is twisted in pleasure, his lips parted slightly as he fights to regulate every breath while he fucks me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moans, the sound so incredibly sexy.
Dominic is every fantasy I’ve ever had made flesh. All muscle and menace, his sun-kissed skin covered in intricate black tattoos. He may have a body that’s built to kill, to fuck, and to conquer… but it’s what I find in his eyes that makes me want to be ruined by him.
He’s the embodiment of obsession, of twisted devotion. And I know without a doubt, if someone walked into this cell to try and stop him from taking me, Dominic would tear them apart with his bare hands.
I ache to touch him, to hold his face in my palms, but my wrists are still bound, the leather biting into my skin.
He hooks one arm under my thigh and pushes my knee up toward my shoulder, deepening the angle. Stars burst along the edges of my vision as he bottoms out inside of me, drawing a ragged moan from my throat.
All I can do is take what he’s giving me, my tongue pinned down by his fingers as he silences my voice. I moan around the gag that is his hand, the only sound I’m capable of making right now.
He drinks in my pleasure, fucking me with deep strokes that have me desperate for more. Every stroke is building that spiraling, frantic tension inside of me. He fucks like a god, and it ruins me every single time.
I’m writhing beneath him, dangling near the edge of climax, begging with every jolt of my hips. He feels my pussy clench, and my body tense.
The arm that pinned my leg up now slides between us, his fingers circling my clit with ruthless precision that sends me crashing right over the edge I was reaching for.
I come with a scream, the sound raw and strangled around his fingers. My vision blacks out for a moment, my whole body convulsing as I shatter beneath him, my pussy pulsing so hard it tries to force him out.
He doesn’t stop fucking me through the mind-shattering bliss until his entire body tenses and he buries himself so deep inside of me that the head of his cock presses flush against my cervix.
I moan at the feel of him spilling his release inside of me, his cock pulsing as he empties himself, coating my cervix in liquid heat. I come again, barely finished the first wave, my breath locking inside of me from the intensity.
I think I black out for a moment.
When I come back to myself, his cock is still buried inside me. He finally pulls his fingers from my mouth, and his lips fall to mine in a kiss so deep and reverent it makes my clit throb again with the threat of a third orgasm.
My body is shaking as he wraps his arms around me, breaking our kiss to rest his head against my shoulder as he fights to breathe through the aftermath of our combined pleasure.
