Page 41 of Blood and Lies (A Twisted Duet 1)

There was no holding back now as I started to pant like a needy whore—which was what I had turned into under this man’s touch. A whore who couldn’t fight the animalistic urges pulsing through her veins like venom.

Another hard palm against my ass, and I moaned out loud as the pressure in my core started to build, threatening to shatter me. He moved his hand up my side, over my shoulder, wrapping his fingers tightly around my neck, pushing me closer and closer toward the edge of lust and insanity. Yet my mind kept trying to fight it, even though my body had passed the point of no return. I refused to acknowledge the fact that I had lost the fight against his wicked ways and sordid touch, but that imminent release kept getting closer and closer.

“Stop, little mouse. Stop fighting what your body wants and needs…from me.”

“I can’t. I will never stop fighting you.”

“Then I’ll just have to try harder in breaking you.” He squeezed his fingers tight around my throat, air becoming less and less. My body moved in sync with the rhythm of how his fingers fucked me, and I knew right then I was lost. My soul, my body, everything was lost.

“Do not deny me your pleasure, little mouse. Give me what your body so desperately wants to give.”

He squeezed harder, tighter, until I could no longer breathe in an ounce of air. The pressure in my throat and chest from not breathing, paired together with the pressure building between my legs, was indescribable. It was euphoric yet frightening at the same damn time. My mind no longer fought, finally retreating to the shadows of my depravity.

“Give it to me, little mouse. Give me your surrender…now.” Pain seared through my shoulder when he sunk his teeth into my flesh, the last push I needed to splinter into pieces. My body erupted, fiery pleasure spreading through my body like molten lava, burning every last drop of fight I had in me. The release that wracked through me was so strong, it felt like it had the power to break me in half. My body soared, my mind cried, my soul completely shattered as the climax ripped through me, leaving me shaking and shuddering. Harder, faster his fingers moved inside me, milking every last ounce of pleasure from me as my release gushed down his fingers and hand. It was indescribable, the sinful decadence of him pushing my body over the edge.

I moaned and gasped for air the second he let go of my neck, the oxygen burning the insides of my throat, my lungs screaming with relief as air finally settled inside my chest.

“Turn around.” He pulled my arm and spun me, slamming my back against the wall. Water splashed, iron wills crashed, while hate and lust clashed like a battle of gods. My legs were shaking, my body still shuddering with the potent remnants of my release.

“Watch me. Look at what you do to me, little mouse.”

I glanced down and saw him rubbing his cock, jerking up and down hard and fast. I looked up at him, but he grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look down.

“I said watch.”

Even though self-hatred was now my friend, loathing the fact that I had allowed him to make me come, watching him pleasure himself, seeing the desire that caused his cock to stand proud, had me whimpering as a new ache of need started between my legs.

He grabbed my leg, settling it between his hip and arm as he glanced down at the cut he had inflicted earlier.

“I made you bleed,” he whispered, not slowing down on his strokes. “I cut you, and I fucking loved it.”

He looked up, and our eyes met, desire staring into desire. Lust staring into lust. I had never experienced anything as powerful, as consuming as this…with him…with my enemy.

“Tell me, little mouse, did you like it too? When I made you bleed, making you feel alive again?”

Dark eyes bored into mine, everything around us fading to black. I no longer felt the water, the cold of the wall against my back, or the swirling hate toward my own body. All I felt was him…us…now, and the heavy truth that lay on the tip of my tongue.

“Yes.” I never took my gaze from his. “Yes, I loved it too.”

“Jesus.” His eyes fell closed, his arm gripping my thigh tighter. He rocked his hips while pumping his cock, brushing the tip against my belly until his body shook when he finally found his release, pulsing it all over my stomach.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back, completely spent. There wasn’t an ounce of strength left inside me, nothing to fight the regret and the revulsion that dropped like a veil over my soul.

I just experienced the most powerful, vehement, intense sexual encounter of my life…and I never hated myself more.

Chapter 14

CASTELLO

I fucked up.

Staring down, watching the water wash away the seed I just pulsed all over her stomach, I thought about the million ways I just fucked up. This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to succumb to the temptation. But, dear God, I couldn’t stop it. Her naked body, the red and pink lashes that decorated her back, together with the forbidden that was her, I couldn’t stop myself. Every fucked-up part of me took control…and I let it.

Even now, seconds away from the release that slowly washed down the drain, I still felt the burn in my groin for her. Why? Because I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to bend her over, wrap her perfect, sleek body in rope, hoist her in the air, and push my cock deep inside her, hearing her screams ricochet off my goddamn bedroom walls. I wanted to see her squirm against the bounds, watch her skin scrape against the tight, harsh rope that kept her in place. The sick fuck inside me wanted to see her hang upside down, unable to move while I licked and ate her pussy like a starved predator.

What just happened between us was, unfortunately, far from enough to sate the beast. It wanted so much more…of her.

“Castello, please.”

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