Page 38 of Sing Me a Song

I open my eyes to the sun setting and huff in frustration.

"I'm not coming tonight, dock my pay." I say burying further into the covers.

"That's not in the agreement you signed." His voice is dark.

"I don't care. I'm not feeling well."

Suddenly, the covers are ripped from my body and his large one is looming over me.

"This isn't a choice, Demon. You will be there." His face is so close to mine.

His breath fans my cheeks and our eyes clash, I feel how dangerous he is but I want him. I don't move, I barely breathe, and I lay still, waiting for him to do something.

His eyes rove over my face and they land on my lips, staying there as he wets his own. He drops his torso against mine and I gasp at how hard he is pressing into my center. His eyes snap back up to mine and his mouth hovers even closer.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" He asks on a groan and then crashes his mouth to mine.

My legs automatically wind around his waist and my arms link behind his head, bringing him in closer. Yeah, I look like a spider monkey but he's finally kissing me and nothing has ever felt this way before.

His kisses are just as dark as him and his soft lips are a contradiction to his hard kisses, as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. Our teeth knock together and I'm angling my head just to get infinitesimally closer. He tastes like every single thing that makes me weak and I can't be bothered to stop it.

While our mouths are still fused, our tongues battling, he pulls down my shorts, and slams himself inside of me. I break our kiss to scream in the most pleasurable pain I've experienced and whimper when I realize he isn't even all the way in.

"I want to hurt you for making me weak." He snarls as he grips my chin and pushes his hips forward, forcing me to take all of him.

The stretch feels like I'm ripping and I don't care because all I want is his mouth back on mine. I pull my chin out of his grasp and grab his face between my hands, forcing him down to me. He comes willingly and those lips are back on mine. The kiss is initially soft, like he's searching and savoring me.

Then he pulls out and slams back in, taking advantage of my open mouth to fucking swallow me whole. He's matching the plundering of my mouth in time with the painful thrusts of his cock, and even though it hurts, I can feel myself coiling.

Our mouths are still bonded and my arousal is dripping down to my asshole. Everything this man does is intense and I can already tell the orgasm he's giving me will be, too. Every time his balls slap against my ass, I can feel them stick to my fluids, and I am on the edge of combustion.

He feels me tighten and grunts into my mouth, not once letting my mouth go. His arm picks up my leg, holds it to his side, and picks up the speed of his thrusts, hitting me at just the right angle. Stars explode behind my eyes and the force of my orgasm has me jerking my head back, ripping my mouth from his.

I scream out his name as my pussy clamps around him and he slams himself into me, groaning through his release too.

He's quick to pull out of me and stands at the end of the bed watching me, his dick glistening with what looks to be my come and blood mixed. At the sight, I begin to feel the discomfort between my legs and press them together.

His cock still looks hard as he runs his finger along its length, gathering my juices and blood, then sucks it into his mouth.

"You're bleeding like a virgin." He states around his finger.

"You're hung like a horse." I retort, pulling the covers back over me.

"Your outfit is there," he points at the chair. "No later than nine tonight."

Then I watch as he pulls on his basketball shorts and walks out of my room.

Chapter Twenty-One

Tempest

I really don’t want to be in this room, and I get anxious every time Hail steps close to Sky. This is the most attention he’s paid her since we’ve been here and my instincts are screaming at me something’s wrong.

She’s soaking up the attention, something she hasn’t done all week, and I want to slap her out of it. How long has she been riding his cock? What the fuck else have I been missing?

I watch as Torrent grabs one of the girls, lays her out on the table, and spreads her legs. He then sprinkles coke on her spread pussy and leans forward to sniff it off, licking off any residue. Squall stands up and does the same while the girl writhes on the table, her head tipped back and looking at Raiden. Only he’s not watching her, no, his eyes have barely left mine all night.

We’re all in a different animal print fur outfits tonight and it’s looking like a fucking safari in here. I’m in a two-piece tube dress with cheetah fur and it’s fucking atrocious. I don’t fucking get these themed nights either, it’s fucking weird.

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