Page 20 of Twisted Embrace

What burned deeper than her arrogance or refusal to surrender was the desire roaring through my blood. From the moment I’d looked into her eyes, my hunger had sparked an infusion of electricity and need I’d never experienced before. While she was beautiful, even now the sunlight allowing her copper hair to seem spun with gold, I’d taken an oath years before not to partake in sins of the flesh with enemies.

Joy.

Her name presented thoughts of reveling in happiness, her sea-green eyes calling to me like a beacon of filth. I should have ignored my yearning, punishing her relentlessly, yet I’d found myself far too intrigued with her seemingly honest denial. But there was no mistaking what Anthony had found.

Her punishment for betraying my family was just beginning.

My instinct was clear. She knew more than she was willing to tell me. I would get it out of her, no matter how or the consequences. No one had ever defied me and gone without harsh punishment.

“If you’re a good girl, I won’t gag you.” If we were anywhere else, I’d enjoy hearing her scream all she wanted, eventually begging me for more. For now, caution was needed. What I couldn’t have were any additional issues with the local joke of law enforcement. They’d been easily controlled but other powerful entities would demand answers given the importance of many of the baby shower guests.

She laughed as if this was nothing but a joke.

Now all I could think about was fucking her, thrusting my cock into her tight pussy. Her scent lingered in the room and covered my fingers, her desire as strong as mine. I settled behind her, fisting her hair at the scalp, jerking her onto all fours. She gasped, thrashing in my hold as if she truly believed that she’d eventually be able to escape.

I’d enjoy every moment of breaking her defenses, pushing her to the depths of hell like she’d done to my sister. This was nothing but indulging in my desires, fulfilling a need. What she would experience later would expose her lies.

“You think you can beat me, little princess?” I huffed as I caressed her reddened bottom, heat from the intense discipline tingling the tips of my fingers.

She mumbled, likely cursing me under her breath. That only made me want her that much more. My cock was fully engorged, my balls swollen to the point of pain. The taste of blood remained on my lips from the jagged cut near my eye. If she were a man, she’d already be dead because of her actions.

This was much more pleasurable.

I stroked the base of my cock, her scent driving me crazy. She continued to fight, her instinct suggesting her life depended on availing herself of being in the clutches of a monster. As I slipped my fingers between her legs exactly as I’d done before, her entire body quivered, unable to deny the chemistry we shared. How long had it been since I’d touched a woman, enjoying what few moments of passion a warm body could offer?

Years.

Long enough to be part of the reason I’d reacted entirely differently around Joy. My father would have called me a weak pervert, surrendering to carnal needs instead of handling business like a man.

He’d used heinous methods in training me, the agony I suffered supposedly building diligence as well as the ability to withstand torture by the hands of our enemies. What he hadn’t realized until it was too late was that he’d turned his own flesh and blood into a monster capable of the worst crimes against humanity.

And I’d reveled in it.

I drove four fingers deep into Joy’s pussy, flexing them open then brutally finger-fucking her all over again, relishing her slick heat. She was beautiful when she orgasmed, a flower opening in the springtime. Her muffled cries weren’t ones of despair or pain but sounds of pleasure. I’d never experienced a woman who could handle my sadistic needs. She seemed to crave the brutality of my actions, thrusting her hips to meet every savage plunge.

Every muscle in my body was tight, my needs becoming insufferable. I returned my cockhead to her wetness, gripping the flesh of her voluptuous hips in my fingers. All I could think about was fucking her until she screamed, filling her with my seed before branding her porcelain skin. I was a sick man, twisted in every aspect. There were good reasons my sister remained apprehensive of me, the blood we shared strained from acts of violence starting when I was very young.

This was entirely different. My duty was to interrogate then destroy her inch by inch. The man inside wanted something else entirely. I plunged all the way inside, taking several deep breaths as myriad sensations coursed through me, easing some of the tension.

While Joy was no longer fighting me, it was only a matter of time before she attempted an escape, something that I couldn’t allow to occur. I’d have no issue punishing her in other, much more severe methods.

My cock continued swelling, filling her completely. Every ragged sound she made dragged the beast inside of me closer to the surface. Every cell in my body was singed, the need to erupt inside her womb continuing to catch me off guard. I had no doubt my fingers were bruising her delicate skin, but I couldn’t care less. I wanted her marked, aching from the roughness I provided.

I drove my fingers into her hair as I fucked her, my swollen balls slapping against her heated skin. She groaned from the force I used, pushing her hard against the bed. When she struggled to rise onto her elbows, I smacked her bottom several times. I could gaze on her body for hours, time I didn’t have. The thought was startling, enough so I closed my eyes in my attempt to fulfill my needs.

The draw to her continued, creating a blip in my brain I couldn’t explain. Why had I given a fuck about pleasuring her? There was no decent answer for a man who had no intentions of letting her go. She needed to pay for her sins.

I took several deep breaths, the ache in my loins increasing. When she attempted to meet every brutal thrust with one of her own, I pulled all the way out, jerking her to the edge of the bed, keeping her knees on the surface. Using her hair as a leash, I kept her head high, allowing her to see the reflection of what I was doing to her. Then I returned my cock to her wetness, rolling onto the balls of my feet and plunging ruthlessly.

Beads of sweat mixed with the dried blood, sliding down my face and onto her back. If I had all the time in the world, I’d cover her body with my cum, painting her face with it as well. I grinned from the thought, my muscles stiffening. Only seconds later, I realized I was losing the fight, my body needing relief.

“Oh. Oh…” The two syllables floating from her mouth were laced with embarrassment, the rapture I was providing against her better nature. Soon, she’d learn I’d sully and use her in every way.

I held back as long as my body would allow, the rush of adrenaline creating an overwhelming feeling of lightheadedness. All because of this woman. This spitfire. This… traitor. Fuck. She could almost make me lose sight of everything that was important. I issued a husky growl as vibrations of electricity battering my aching joints.

“Watch me fuck you, precious jewel.” I studied her face in the window, the reflection morphing the two of us into animals in heat and nothing more. Yet I could see the expression of desire on her face and it continued to entice my mind as well as my body.

In the few seconds that I managed to keep from erupting, she did her best to lift her head another few inches. As my balls expanded, my cock filling with cum, she smiled as if she had no intentions of allowing me to break her down any further.

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