Page 44 of Dove

So quick I didn’t see it coming, he grabbed my throat again. He used his hold on my wrist and neck to pick me up and slam me against the wall. My body jerked in pain. It wasn’t enough to injure me, but enough to make it clear I had no choice. He was taking away my ability to run. I needed to believe that. That I couldn’t go anywhere. Then it would be easier to give in to him. “You are mine.”

He let me go as quickly as he grabbed me. Stepping back until my body shivered with the loss of him. I wasn’t supposed to hate the space. I was supposed to crave it. Space was what I wanted. Needed.

But even I didn’t believe myself anymore.

“On your knees.” His deep voice penetrated my skin, sending electricity racing through my veins. His eyes bore into me as I hesitated a second too long. “Don’t make me ask again. You’re already going to be punished for your behavior tonight.”

I dropped before him and looked up through my lashes, just the way he liked. Why was I caving to his demands? Doing it how he wanted? It was like my body was on autopilot. Trained to do exactly as he’d asked.

“Oh, now you want to act like a good girl.” His hand cupped my jaw as his finger traced my bottom lip. “After you acted like a little slut.” He leaned forward, and his voice dropped. “You’re my slut, no one else’s. Now open.”

My lips separated as if my brain didn’t even have to tell them what to do. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. His hand snaked around to my hair, bringing me forward until his cock pushed into my mouth. He didn’t take it slow. Didn’t ease me in.

He thrust mercilessly into my mouth. The head of his cock smashing against the back of my throat. My eyes water as I was forced to breathe through my nose or suffocate. But my tongue still swirled around him. Still tried to give him pleasure as he tried to kill me.

“That’s right, my good little slut. Suck my cock.” He groaned as his hips snapped into me again.

I tried to do as he asked, but I couldn’t breathe. Tears poured from my eyes, and my nails dug into my thighs. I knew if I touched him, he’d stop. And as depraved as it was, I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to make him come. Wanted him to be happy.

I was sick. Twisted.

Maddox pulled back and thrust in again. And again. Setting a brutal rhythm as his hold on my hair tightened. I moaned as he pulled the strands. I hated myself for liking it. More tears poured from my eyes. I was damaged. How could I like this?

He fucked my mouth as ruthlessly as he handled every part of me. Each powerful push felt as if it was killing me, but I moaned with each loss as he pulled back. My body wanted him even as my mind fought against it.

“You’re mine. This mouth is mine.” He shoved in, and my tongue swirled, tasting his precum. Suddenly he pulled all the way out. My body greedily sucked in air even as I whimpered from the absence of his cock. From the pain he delivered. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t say it. If I said it, then it was true. And I wasn’t ready to admit it aloud.

“I’ll fuck the answer out of you tonight.” He pounded back into my mouth as he chased his release. I could feel him thickening, and his groans got deeper the closer he was to coming.

My corrupt body craved his release. I wanted to taste him. Know that it was me who’d made him this way. But just before he came, he pulled from my lips. Thick ropes of cum hit my face, my breasts, my stomach as he fisted his cock.

I watched his hard abs flex as he worked himself. He was hauntingly gorgeous, even this feral. His sharp jaw tensed, and his full lips opened on a groan. His beauty was an illusion used to lure in his prey. And it had worked. I was trapped.

“No one will fucking touch you again.” He pumped his hand, and more cum hit my body as he marked me as his. “I’ll cover you in my cum every day if I have to. I’ll fill up that sweet cunt until there’s no room for anything but me inside you. Then I’ll move to your ass. I fill every hole until all you can feel is me.”

His broad chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he stared down at me. I was afraid to know what he saw. Because I could feel it. I could feel the arousal coating my thighs, the blush on my cheeks, his cum dripping from my needy body. I knew it gave me away. Showed what I couldn’t put into words.

That I was his. And I liked it. I liked this dark side of him. Desired it.

Maddox’s hands smeared his cum over my body, rubbing it into my skin, mixing it with my blood. Claiming me further. He pinched my nipples roughly before moving to my face. His fingers trailed through the cum on my cheek, the sticky substance clinging to him.

He pushed against my lips, and my mouth opened instinctively. He shoved his fingers against my tongue just as he’d done with his cock. His salty taste exploded in my mouth as I sucked his fingers clean. His eyes flared, and he let out a harsh breath as he watched me. He repeated the movement over and over until my face was clean. Until I swallowed all of him.

Then he jerked me from the floor. He picked me up by the back of my thighs. I didn’t want to enjoy his display of strength, but I did. He was so powerful. I knew that power could turn on me at any instant, but in a weird way, it also protected me. My body was only his to torture. He wouldn’t let anyone else hurt me. He’d proven that.

He turned until my ass landed on the dining room table. The same table he’d tortured me on a hundred times before. The table where he’d fucked me for the first time. And tonight, we were back here again. On the edge of another cliff.

He grabbed my feet until they rested on the wood, my knees drawn up to my chest. He still wore his suit and had tucked himself back in. I was fully naked, and he was fully clothed. My body was on display for him. For him to take. Use.

I turned my head away as a tear slipped from behind my eyes. He forced my face back to his. For the first time tonight, his eyes softened. It wasn’t the kind of softness most people showed. It wasn’t true softness, just a lightening from his depravity. It wouldn’t even be perceivable by anyone else, but we’d spent a lot of time together. So I saw it.

Saw the subtle change in his emotions. Maddox only showed this side after sex. After he’d used me how he wanted.

His thumb brushed the tears away. I turned into his touch. I needed the softness to know he felt something for me. Something more than the need to control. It was this softness that had dug its claws into me and wouldn’t let me go.

“I wouldn’t have to punish you,mia amata,if you’d just admit what you’re body is already telling you. This pussy is dripping for me because it knows my cock belongs buried inside you.” I shook my head again and closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see the softness. The darkness might have drawn me in, but the softness made me stay. “Fine, have it your way, Kincaid.”

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