Page 98 of Sinister Legacy
I shake that thought off.
“What are you doing?” she blurts out when I lower the knife and spin her around.
With a hand on her bony shoulder, I shove her down to her knees and bend her over the bathtub’s edge.
Now, my little whore isn’t stupid.
Or meek.
She sees my intent and lashes out, trying to elbow me in the gut. Her fight turns vicious, primal, and so fucking euphoric that my balls ache from restraining her.
She still hasn’t uttered her safe word.
I grab a handful of tangled hair and pull so fucking sharply, she cries out. “You wanna fight me, whore? We can do this all fucking night. Either way, I’m gonna drown you while you strangle my fingers with your cunt.”
She bares her teeth, her eyes spitting fire. “You’re so fucking sick in the head, King. You need psychological help!”
Using sheer strength, I force her head over the rippling surface at the same time I yank down her jeans and panties. Her pale ass will soon be painted red with my handprints.
I slap her once, the sharp sound bouncing off the walls along with her startled scream. “Want me to stop, baby? Want me to treat you like a good little girl? Fuck you real nice and slow, missionary in the bed?” My next hard slap makes her yelp. “Or do you want me to treat you like a dirty little slut? A fuck toy to ruin and break?”
“Fuck you!” she hisses, her tone venomous and thick with lust. “You don’t know how to purge this darkness out of me. Do you think spanking will do it? You pathetic assho—”
With my hand in her tangly hair, I shove her face beneath the surface while she thrashes. My fingers trail through her soaking slit, pressing down on her swollen clit, and I chuckle to myself.
Keira’s fucking perfect.
When I finally let her up for air, she’s coughing, spitting, and spluttering. “What the fuck, King? What the actual hell is wrong with you?!”
“Don’t pretend it didn’t make you fucking drip for me.” To prove my point, I drag a single finger through a trail of pussy juices on her inner thigh.
She tries to fight me off again, to escape my fierce grip on her hair, but she soon stops when I press the flat end of the cool blade to her soaking folds.
Her sharp inhale of breath has a nefarious smile spreading over my lips.
“Scared I’ll hurt you, baby?” I taunt. “Now be a good girl and take a deep breath for me.”
Before I force her underwater again, I press my lips to her temple and slide two fingers inside her tight hole while whispering, “I might not stop this time.” I shove her down, submerging her head completely underwater, and she immediately begins to thrash. Even as she pushes her cunt against my hand.
With her hair fisted tightly in one hand, I finger-fuck her drenched, tight pussy.
“That’s it, baby,” I taunt as her hands slide desperately over the bathtub’s wet edge. “Strangle my fingers with your cunt.”
I let her back up for air, listening to her sweet sobs. Her drenched hair lies plastered to her face, and mascara runs in streaks down her cheeks.
She’s a beautiful, ruined mess.
“Your pussy is pulsing around my fingers, baby.”
“Stop. Please, stop!” she sobs, her body shaking from the force.
I don’t stop.
Instead, I push her back under and keep her there, thrashing and splashing water over the sides, while I unbuckle my belt one-handed and free my aching dick.
Cracking my neck, I palm my cock and push into her needy pussy.
Fuck…
