Page 44 of Mortal Desires

I watched with hazy eyes as he undid his loincloth palming his cock in front of everyone. It was massive, sticking up proudly while he looked at me, only me. I gasped at his predatory smile. His eyes narrowed when he brought my legs around his waist, the sensitive skin of my thighs brushing against his beastly legs.

He lowered his head, brushing his cock on me as he spoke in my ear, “You can hate me later. Now, show them you are mine.”

With that, he closed his hand around my neck and pressed himself inside me all the way to the hilt. My back arched, my thoughts a jumbled mess. He thrust mercilessly, and like it he promised, split me in half.

He felt so big. I had never felt so full and content like all this time my body only cried for him.

“Open your eyes.”

I did as he asked, coming to face the world upside down from my position at the altar. They watched me with interest, their lips parted.

I couldn’t see them properly with Vicious on top of me, moving my entire body with the rhythm of his hips.

My skin felt tight, nerves snuck in, and right when I thought I’d feel shame, I took a deep breath and refused to let that feeling creep in.

I was in hell.

Being fucked by the beast.

And it was delicious.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moved my head so I could face Vicious, his neck tight while he fucked me, invading me with his cock so deeply that I couldn’t control my impulses.

“Oh god,” I murmured, my legs shaking around him.

“Yes, I am.” He smirked.

His thrusts were powerful, and my pussy heated up, opening like it needed more. But Vicious shook his head.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m not knotting you here.”

“What did you say?” I asked just as he hit the right spot and my toes curled and I clenched.

“Witch,” he called between his gritted teeth. “So tight…”

His tone woke me, my body tuned to his. It wasn’t just him inside me, it was… everything. He was sinful, dangerous, and the worst thing I could desire.

And yet, every fiber of my being felt electrified. He took me to the brink of orgasm and then brought me back with shallow thrusts until I forgot all reason.

In here, laid over this altar as his offering, I was one with the underworld.

I could feel it on my damp skin. Down my arms and up to the last hair on my head.

“I’m finishing the show,” he said, moving his hips faster and looking me right in the eyes. “I’m done parading what is mine.”

“And then what?” I tried to ask between gasping for air.

“You’re sleeping in my room.”

His voice took a dark tone, telling me we wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.

I thought having my own room during this week was the best thing that could happen to me, but right now I forgot why. All I wanted was to leave with Vicious and forget the royal court who watched us like starved dogs.

Forget all the reasons I shouldn’t ever be alone with the god of the underworld.

“Finish me quickly then,” I challenged him.

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