Page 53 of Blood and Lies (A Twisted Duet 1)

“Yes. I want it.”

The tie jerked me back, the force causing pain to flare in my throat. Two strong hands gripped my hips and lifted me with one quick swoop. The second he had his cock positioned at my entrance, he let go, and I took all of him. I cried out, the pain and pleasure of his cock stretching me without giving me any chance to adjust to his hardness invading my body sent ripples of indulgence up my spine.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His arms came up beneath mine, cupping my breasts, and I moved my hips. He roared like a demon-possessed animal, wrapping his arm tightly around my middle keeping me in place as he started to thrust into me relentlessly. More and more he gave it to me, harder and harder, faster and faster, my body teetering on the edge. He impaled me with every thrust, driving into me as deep as he could go. My body was utterly consumed by him, possessed by the decadent satisfaction that emanated from where he claimed me so fiercely.

Removing his arm from my middle, he dipped his hand between my legs, and the second his finger touched my clit, my muscles tightened as an aching need for release swept through me. My body quivered from the pleasure that wracked through me, the way he worked that soft little nub to a point where I couldn’t stop shaking. And then his hand was gone.

“No!” I cried out as my body wailed in protest. I was right there. I was right fucking there on the edge, ready to be pushed over while his merciless cock insistently drove into me.

Jerking my arm down, he placed my hand between my legs and nipped my ear before saying, “Touch yourself while feeling me deep inside your core.”

And I did, unashamedly. I was too far gone to care, too riled up to remember any trace of modesty. My body had one goal, and one goal only…release.

He grabbed the tie and wound it around his wrist until I felt his hand at the back of my neck. Pulling back, placing my back flush against his chest, he traced his tongue up the side of my ear.

“Ride me, little mouse. Welcome the pleasure I give you by letting your body take control.”

My hips moved back and forth, faster and faster as he continued to flex beneath me, pushing deeper, harder, his cock reaching the deepest part of me. My fingers played, touched, and dipped while I rocked harder, the release teasing me at the tip of my spine. It was right there, threatening to erupt, but it needed more, a final push to explode.

Something cold pressed against the inside of my thigh, and Castello pulled the tie around my neck, finally tightening it, allowing me not an ounce of breath.

“Now you’ll feel what it’s like to have your darkest fantasies come true, little mouse.”

I felt the slice of a blade, fire spreading over the inside of my thigh. The sting of pain, the blunt pressure of his cock pushing inside me, the constraint around my neck, and the lack of oxygen—it all came together in a burst of energy that detonated inside me, blasting my body into fucking pieces. My insides were nothing but tight vises of pleasure, my spine arched, my hips thrusting as I rode out the most intense, mind-blowing release that ever possessed my body, my mind, and fucking soul. Becoming lightheaded, my body still not free from the claws of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, I was soaring far away from reality—my only reality the man now buried balls deep inside me. With one arm once again clutched around my middle, he forced me down on his cock while he pushed as hard as he could, thrusting as deep as fucking possible. It was painful, but it was downright euphoric.

I felt his lips drag across the back of my shoulder. “I’m not pulling out, Tatum. I can’t. I want to mark you from the inside.”

And then I felt it, the violent jerks of his cock as he came inside me, filling me to the fucking brim.

Low, guttural, animalistic growls rolled out of his lips as he stretched me, filled me, and completely consumed me. It was the most powerful moment I had ever experienced, paradise in the midst of a warzone.

The tie loosened, and I sucked in a breath, air burning my lungs with welcome relief. I fell back, my body nothing but shivers, shudders, and the aftershocks of my release.

But what took me by surprise was when he wrapped his arms around my middle, placing his head against my shoulder—something that could have been perceived as a comforting, affectionate gesture, something that confused the hell out of me.

He nestled his nose into my hair. “We are completely fucked, little mouse…in more ways than one.”

Chapter 18

CASTELLO

I was still inside her.

I was still fucking inside her, and for the love of Christ, I didn’t want to move. My cock was still hard, for fuck’s sake. If there ever was a time for the world to come to an end, please let it be now. An end of the world scenario was the only way I’d be able to find a good enough reason for why I did what I just did—fuck Tatum Linscott like it was the last time I’d ever have the pleasure of coming inside the best fucking pussy I’d ever felt.

And that was the best part. I came inside of her. Luckily, I had done my homework, gathered every possible piece of information about her before this all started, so I knew she was on the birth control shot. She’d been on it since she met Carlo.

Thank fuck for small mercies.

“What did we just do?” Her voice was shaky, her body still trembling against mine.

Fucking shit. Whatdidwe just do?

Starting to feel claustrophobic, with a head filled with manic thoughts of what a giant mistake I just made and the heat that was currently radiating from her body to mine, I lightly pushed her off me.

The second my cock slipped out of her, I flinched and groaned. “Jesus.”

I had to claw my fingers into the sides of the chair to stop myself from grabbing her, bending her forward, and starting hard and heavy on my next giant fuck-up.

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