Page 12 of Bloody Desecration

Alistair’s voice was hard when he commanded me, “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees for me like a good girl.”

I didn’t hesitate. I turned around, rolling onto my stomach on the bed, and then I propped myself up before him on my hands and knees, which gave him a good view of my ass.

His shirt was still on, his pants lowered just enough to let his cock out. For some reason, I found it even sexier when he fucked me while still clothed; it was like he couldn’t wait to be inside me, like he couldn’t bear to take a few more moments to shed his clothes. It had to be right now.

Alistair ran a hand down along my spine, making me shiver, and he said, “Look at you, so ready and eager for my cock. Did you think of me when you were letting that asshole fuck you? Or did you think of Gareth?” His hands spread my cheeks apart, the tip of his cock probing my entrance. “Or maybe you thought of Rick?”

He pushed his cock into me with one thrust of his hips, and his fingers dug into my sides as he pulled my ass back along his length. I let out a gasp once his cock was fully in, unable to keep it in. It was like I could feel him in my stomach, like his cock was too much for me. It hurt a bit, but at the same time, it didn’t. It was the weirdest sensation.

As he took on a fast, hard rhythm, he let go of my hips and brought a hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling my head back at a rough, unnatural angle. He glared at me as he fucked me from behind, and he muttered through grunts, “Or did you enjoy getting fucked by that kid, hmm? Did you like feeling someone else’s cock in you when it should’ve been mine?”

Though it was hard for me to think straight, I was at least in my mind enough to shake my head against his hand. No, I didn’t enjoy fucking someone else. I… I didn’t want to fuck anyone else again. The only cocks I wanted to feel inside of me belonged to, ironically, the three men I shouldn’t want: my stepbrother and his uncle-slash-guardian, AKA my stepdad, and his other uncle.

Fuck, things were complicated, weren’t they?

Alistair was anything but gentle while he fucked me, but I didn’t mind. I ate it up. Every hard thrust of his hips, every single pump of that long cock into my core, the way his fingers continued to hold the back of my head and keep my neck bent back. My whole body swayed with every movement, following his, my tits swinging as gravity pulled them down.

“Who do you belong to?” Alistair asked, his voice husky.

“You,” the answer came from me without hesitation. Right now, I belonged to him in every single way. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t even try. How else could I explain how mindless I became when he took charge of me?

“Yes, you do. You’re mine, Brianna, do you understand? You’re fucking mine.” The growly possessiveness of his voice, so against his usual tone, practically made me self-combust. His body leaned down over mine, his face lowering closer to mine as his fingers tightened in my hair and made me gasp. “Right now this pussy is all mine, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that kid’s dick and what it felt like inside you.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself in him and the way his body commanded mine. I already had forgotten what Neo had felt like, already forgotten that I’d come as I’d killed him and how he’d pissed himself while he was still inside me.

Oh… I guess Alistair was right. In a sick way, I was like them. How else could I describe how I’d felt in that moment? How it had helped get me off? It was wrong and depraved in every way, a sin against everything good men and women believed in.

But it had felt so fucking good.

Alistair made good on his promise. He fucked me long and hard, to the point where my knees and hands threatened to give out from the assault on my lower half. He must have some willpower of steel, because the fucking never once let up. He did let go of my hair, though, which let me relax my neck and truly focus on the pounding of my pussy.

I didn’t know how long it was until Alistair pulled out of me and flipped me around so that I was now on my back, but it had to be a while. The man was like a stallion with the stamina he had—that, or his willpower was unmatched. As he positioned me how he wanted me, spreading my legs for him, his cock was just as hard as it had been in the beginning, only now it glistened after being inside me for so long.

“When I come inside you,” he told me, blue eyes on fire, “I want you looking at me. Never take your eyes off me, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I panted out.

He jerked me closer, piercing me with his cock once again, filling me up in a different way than before. His eyes never left mine, but his wide, strong chest did growl with approval. He gripped my outer thighs, holding my legs up somewhat as he fucked me, hard grunts leaving him every now and then.

He was a god. He was a devil. He was somewhere in between, a mix of the two. He’d captured me, literally, brought me into his house as a present for his nephew, when all the while he wanted me for himself.

And now he had me, and from this day on he could have me however he wanted me.

Alistair let go of my thighs, releasing my legs, and he brought a hand to my neck, squeezing tightly just beneath my ears. My eyelids fluttered. My head grew light, and every thrust he made after that felt like heaven. Everything intensified tenfold.

“Come for me,” Alistair commanded, “come on my cock. I know you’re there, Brianna, I can see you’re about to come, so come for me. Come for daddy.” He let out a groan after that, slamming into me a lot harder than before and making me cry out in response. His other hand slipped between us, and he started to rub along my clit, tweaking that aching nub of flesh.

That was it. It was it for me. I couldn’t resist, couldn’t fight him, couldn’t deny him. The pressure building in my core ballooned until it exploded, a fiery, undeniable wave of uncontrollable bliss taking over every muscle in my body. My inner core clamped down on his length, and I moaned loudly—as loud as I could with his hand still around my neck.

“Good girl,” he praised me, and the orgasm lingered in my body, humming in my veins. “You’re such a good girl for me, Brianna.” As he spoke, he didn’t stop fucking me, nor did he stop rubbing my clit or pressing down on my neck. “Can you come again for me? Can you come a second time? I know you can. Let’s drown this little body of yours in pleasure.”

Oh, God. I didn’t know why he wanted to make me come again, but I couldn’t argue with him. If he wanted me to come again, it was only a matter of time until I did. With how confidently he looked down at me, how he held onto my neck and stroked my clit while fucking me at the same time… how could I not? I was putty in his hands, and he had to know it.

Let’s just say it didn’t take me long. Riding the high from the last orgasm helped further me to my next, and when the second orgasm hit me, it was like a freaking freight train had rammed itself into me. I was even louder that time, my back arching and my hands grabbing fistfuls of the fitted sheet below.

“Good girl,” he said again, loosening his hold on my neck as he leaned down and kissed me. His other hand kept up the pace on my clit, like he wanted to pull another orgasm out of me. He broke the kiss to ask, “Are you this good for Gareth? For Rick? Or do you save all of your submission for me?”

I didn’t know if he wanted an answer. Hell, I wasn’t sure I could even speak right now. My brain was fuzzy from the double-orgasm, and if the pressure in my lower half was any indication, I was about to come again. It was like Alistair had magic fingers, a magic cock, and when you combined them, it was impossible to stay sane.

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