Page 87 of Madness Behind the Mask
I’m lost to a wave of ecstasy I’ve never felt before.My pussy is so sensitive to his every breath.My fingers tingle, even the broken ones beneath the pain – a sharp mix of pleasure. Furtherpressure builds inside of me, and I knowI’m going to come tonight.
But I don’t want to come…
Not with him.
I don’t want him to be my first.
“Stop,” I rasp, not knowing what else to do. He is much stronger than me. Much faster. And if I use my magic when I’m this drained, it’ll kill me.
Perhaps that will be for the best.
Perhaps I deserve to die for betraying my husband in this way.
“Don’t tell me to stop,” he says as he looks up at me from between my thighs. “Not when you want this so fucking much.”
“I don’t,” I whisper, and his eyes darken as he smirks at me.
“Then how come you’re so wet?”He licks the tip of one fang, and my eyes snag on the movement. My breath hitches. My pussy clenches. “You’re not the pure, delicate flower Caden thinks youare, now are you? You’re not the innocent white lily that needs to be placed on a pedestal. You’re the black rose who craves the dark, whohungers for the moonlight denied her.”
He reaches a hand up to grab my breast, and I don’t do anything to stop him.
I hate thatI don’t.
But I can’t move.
Can’t think past the desires he’s forcing me to address.
“Does he know he’s not taking care of you enough? Not fucking you like you need to be fucked?”
“He loves me.”
Hesnarls, then digs his nails into my breast. Raking down, he leaves five ugly bloody lines running across the entirety of it, and I flinch, but with my back to the wall, there’s nowhere for me to go.
“You’re going to give these to me as a trophy tonight,” hesays as he reaches between us with his other hand and presses a finger against my pussy lips, on the outside of my panties.
“Never,” I say.
“You are. Otherwise, I will kill every Shadow Domain at the portal. You want to save them, don’t you?”
I clench my jaw, my body shaking as I’m reminded why I came with him to start with.He might have joked that he was lying, but he’s also the sort to have lied about that. I can’t risk it, riskthem.
“That’s a good girl.” He smirks, acrueltease on his lips. “Astupidgirl but a good one.But you give me these panties to keep” –he presses his finger deeper into my pussy, the tip sliding between my lips– “and I will pull my men back.”
My jaw is so tight, I can barely breathe. I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but what is my pride worth in the face of thirty-odd men and their families?
“If I give them to you,” I say, my rage building at how he barters people’s lives so effortlessly, “you will leave myentireFamily alone. You will not killor maimany ofthem everagain.”
“Is that all it will take to get you out of your panties?” he asks humorously, and I feel like he’s slapped me in the face.
Grabbing my ass with both hands, he leans back. My breath catches in my throat as we fall together, then flies out as my knees bang hard into the concrete floor. I yelp as pain radiates up them, then clench my teeth so I don’t make another noise. He lies on his back beneath me, his head still between my legs. Blood trickles out of his left ear from where I slapped him earlier and now pools out of the back of his head from the fall as well. But there isn’t any pain in his eyes, just pure pleasure.
“Deal,” he purrs as he kneads my ass. “Now takeoff your panties andwrap them around my cock.”
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ALERIC
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