Page 60 of Purity

“Believe me when I say I want it to be rough. I don’t even mind if it hurts. I actually kind of liked it when you bit me. I want it to be filthy and rough and a little painful.” I place my hands on his cheeks and stare into those dark brown eyes. “I want you to make me impure.”

Something ignites behind his eyes. He grips me by the hair and yanks my head back, sending a tingling pain into my scalp. After pressing a soft kiss against my neck, he bites down softly. Heat coils in my belly.

“Is this what you want?” The words are delivered through clenched teeth.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He grips my hair tighter. “You need to tell me if I hurt you too much. I won’t do this if you’re going to pretend everything’s fine when you’re in pain.”

“I won’t.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you’ll see how turned on I am, and you won’t want to spoil the moment for me. I won’t be rough with you unless you swear to God you’ll stop me if I really hurt you, and I mean that literally. Swear to your God right now.”

I frown. “Could I promise to God instead? I don’t believe in swearing to God.”

When his eyes grow wide, my face heats. Goodness, he probably thinks I’m so childish. “I know it’s just semantics…” My voice is faint.

“It’s okay.” He loosens his grip on my hair as he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek. “Promise to God, then.”

I meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “I promise to God that I’ll tell you if you hurt me too much.”

“Good girl.” His eyes grow fierce. He yanks me back onto the bed. The burning pain in my scalp warms my whole body.

“That didn’t hurt?” he asks.

“It hurt, but I liked it.”

He groans as he crawls on top of me and settles his weight over my body. Wow, he’s heavy, and his chest is as hard as concrete.

“Filthy girl,” he says. “Do you want my cock now?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He grips my chin. “Beg for it.”

Heat prickles over my skin. I open my mouth and close it. Why is it so hard to talk this way when I love it when he does it?

He laughs softly. “You can do it, Angel. Be a good girl and beg for my cock.”

I avert my gaze from his. “Please give me your—” I lower my voice, “—cock.”

“That was good, but I want you to say it louder. Say ‘Cole, I want your cock’.”

A jolt of heat shoots into my groin. Why is it so much hotter when he says it? With effort, I raise my voice. “Cole, I want your cock.”

“Are you wet for me?”

I swallow. “Yeah.”

He slips his hand into my underwear and trails his fingers downward. They reach the slippery dampness, and he rolls them around a bit before groaning. “You’re soaking wet, filthy girl.”

When his fingers press inside of me, I intake a sharp breath. He pulls out abruptly, lifts them to his face, slips both into his mouth, and sucks. His eyes are closed, as if he’s savoring the taste.

Goodness, I never thought he would want me this much.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze roams my face for a moment before he smiles. “Are you ready to become impure, Angel?”

“Um… Yeah.”

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