Page 75 of Deal with the Devil

“Mmm.” Another inch. I feel as though I’m beginning to burn from the inside. “Now beg for me, Sunshine.”

I bite my lip and with every ounce of strength I have, I shove my ass back hard, impaling myself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I cry, “Ohmigawd.”

“Husband, baby. The only one you’ll ever have.” And then he starts to fuck me. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly. All fire and sin and possession wrapped into the punch of his dick as he wrecks me for any, and all others, lighting the past aflame before acool winter forest and smoke invade every corner and crevice until he’s the only one who exists.

He fucks me until I think I might split in two and pain and pleasure twist into a knot I’ll never undo even when I shatter around him. My body is a spring coiled impossibly tight by his hand, his thrusts ruthless as he invades again and again, hitting my womb as I gasp and moan and scream. Pressure builds and expands, stuttering when I feel something cool splash against my ass, and then something is pressing into my back hole a moment after a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed he had hit the bed. His other hand is still in my hair, but he’s pulled me up again so I’m on my hands and knees, the leather around my wrists a surprising addition to the pleasure pulsing through my body as he begins to push the toy into my back entrance, pulling it out. All the while, he hasn’t stopped the vicious thrust in and out of my pussy.

The new addition—the sudden fullness I feel—I see stars.

I’m almost there, nearly to that blissful brink, my pussy clenching around his cock as I bite into the sheets to cut off a scream when he hisses in through his teeth, tugging toy and cock from my body at once.

Empty.

Torture.

There is no other way to put it.

This time, I do scream as the pleasure is ripped outfrom under me, my body stuttering in shock as it grasps for something—for him—and he’s not there.

Tears spring to my eyes and I claw the sheets, the heat in my chest searing hot as it burns through my veins, clearing a path for rage.

I feel his big body come over mine, chest to my back, his lips against my shoulder as he murmurs, “Tell me again how you don’t beg, Sunshine.”

That’s the moment it clicks. What he’s doing. This give and take back before I can even accept—this torture on repeat.

“I’m going to repay this tenfold,husband,” I growl.

He chuckles. “I can’t wait,wife.”

He pushes off me, the toy landing on the bed as I feel his hands spread my cheeks—another splash of lube—and thenhim.

I tense. Every part of me turning to stone beneath him.

I’ve seen the man’s dick. I’ve had it in my mouth, knocking on the back of my throat, doing the same to my womb as he takes my pussy. I’ve held it in my hands, watched as he’s fucked my breasts spilling cum in a stream on my chest. So, I know how big he is—I can see right now that the toy he tossed doesn’t even begin to compare. The man is not going to fit.

Panic flares inside my chest where rage thundered a minute ago.

Kane must sense it because he says gently, “Relax,baby. Deep breaths. You can take it. You can take me. You were made for me.”

“K—Kane,” his name is a tiny shriek followed quickly by, “I don’t know.”

“If it hurts, I’ll stop,” he promises. “You are never more safe than you are with me.”

His words do something to me, calm me in a way I needed desperately. All the times he played with my ass before this moment come back to me, the pleasure. The blinding orgasms. I’d loved them all.

I can do this. More, Iwantto do this.

I begin to nod, to relax my body as he kneads the flesh of my ass, no longer holding my hair in his fist. Then I feel the press of his tip. At first, the stretch is unpleasant, painful, even. He continues to urge me to relax, and when I fail, the discomfort of just his tip being there at that most sensitive, most tight area begins to bear down on me. The panic starts to resume, and he wraps his hand around to my over-sensitive, abused clit. I gasp as he strokes and twirls, working need into me that wars with the panic, battling until I’m a mess.

Then he thrusts, pushing deep into me. Bright lights flicker in my vision as a moment of pain transforms into a pleasure unlike any I’ve ever experienced in my life. I feel as though I’m coming unstitched by the man who now holds me up with that iron arm banding around my waist, hisimpossibly hard, impossibly big cock filling me to the absolute brim.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs his praise. “That’s a good girl. My good fucking girl.”

This is how the man has slayed so many hearts. Wrecked so many women.

God, I can’t think straight because I suddenly don’t care one bit if he wrecks me, too. I moan, “Fuck me, Kane. Fuck my ass.”

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