She nods.
"I'll plug your mouth with my tongue, as my fingers cram your spasming back hole, and crush you under the weight of my intention. Then I'll screw you until you scream my name and ask me to let you come, and even then, I will not. Not until every part of you has been stamped with my essence, my name written on every cell of your body... until your breath is mine, your heartbeat mirroring my urgency as I thrust into you again and again... Until you beg for release."
Her breath hitches.
"And even then, I won't let you come... You willing to play this game with me, Gigi?
She nods
"Good girl."
Reaching up, I untie her restraints. She pulls back her arms. I flip her around, hook my hands under her thighs, lift her up and into the pillar. She winds her long legs around my waist
I bend my knees, peer into her eyes. "You sure?" I growl.
"You having second thoughts?" she huffs.
I twist my lips, "You on birth control?"
"You think I’m lying?"
She meets my gaze, green eyes clear, the smooth, unfurled calm of the surface of a lake, just before I dive into the depths. Cool, peaceful, everything I’ve searched for. Every damn slice of heaven I’ve wanted. I am going to hell, and I am taking her with me.
Her pupils dilate until the black seems to bleed out, leaving only a circle of green at the edges.
"I dare you." She smiles, a beautiful curve of her lips that punches me straight in the gut.
"Fuck you, Gigi."
I piston my hips forward and drive inside her.
She screams, "No, no, no," and throws her head back against the pillar.
"What the actual fuck?" I look down to where we are connected.
Her pussy clenches down on my cock, even as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. It can’t be. Can it? The world ebbs and flows around me. My leg muscles spasm and my fingers grow numb. I glare at her face, "Tell me it’s not fucking true, Victoria."
"I am...was a virgin," She swallows, her face pale, then tips up her chin. "So what? It was an inconvenience."
"You used me?" I begin to pull out.
She snarls, buries her heels into the backs of my hips. "Don’t you dare!" she cries out.
"Don’t tell me what to do," I glare at her.
She throws her arms around my shoulders, leans in close. "You’re a coward," she whispers in my ears.
"It won’t work," I laugh. "You’re trying to goad me on, hoping to make me lose control, I—
She bites the side of my neck. Buries her teeth until she breaks skin. Goosebumps pop on my skin. The pain thrums across my nerve endings and my cock hardens even further inside her. "Jesus," I swear. "You’re a hellion."
She pulls back, a drop of blood—my blood—glistening on her lips.
"And it turns you on." Her eyes gleam.
I snarl, grip her thighs so hard that she winces. But she doesn’t back down. I’m marking her. She’ll have marks where I held her—so? This is what I set out to do, didn’t I? Claim her?
"Damn right, it does. You’re going to regret this." I draw in a sharp breath, and the scent of her arousal—hot, pungent, with the lingering scent of strawberries, blurring with the faint hint of copper—fuck—it crowds in on me, pushes down on my chest. Shoves at me, urges me on... Further, further. "Fuck you, Gigi; and fuck me." Oh, wait. I’d been fucked since the day the Seven and I had had our lives irreversibly changed by the incident.
I plunge into her with such force, my balls slap against her skin. Lower my head kiss her. The taste of copper, mixed with strawberries and her inherent sweetness—all of it goes to my head. I pull back, then push into her, burying myself inside her to the hilt, impaling her with such force that the entire bed shakes. The headboard thuds against the wall; a crash sounds somewhere in the distance. Fuck that. A grown boils up her throat. I swallow it, then I begin to fuck her in earnest. I thrust into her again and again. Angle my hips, propel forward. I push into her. I want to tear into her pussy, mark her as mine. Mine. The word echoes in my ears, thrums in my veins. I tear my mouth from hers, peer into her face.
"Look at me," I snarl.
Her eyelids flutter.
I click my tongue, "Eyes on me, Gigi."
She snaps her eyelids open. Her gaze locks with mine—pupils blown, the darkness so wide, it overwhelms her eyes. I see myself in them—a frenzied, pushed-to-the-edge, out-of-control male whose only goal in life is to fuck this woman. To make her come. To ensure that her first time is so fucking mind-blowing, that she’ll never glance at another man again.
"You’re mine, Victoria."
Her breath hitches.
"Mine! You feel me?"
She nods
"Say it."
"I am yours."
"To take and to pleasure…"
She swallows.
"Repeat after me," I growl.
"To take and to pleasure." Her chin wobbles.
"To use…"
"To use."
"To rip apart."
She hiccups.
I glare at her.
She pales. "To rip apart." Her lips glisten.
"To piece back together." I scan her features.
A tear slides down her cheek, I lick it up. "Don’t stop, Gigi."
"To piece back together," she whispers.
I lower my forehead to hers, "So help me, God."
"So help me…"
I thrust forward and she screams, "God!"
I close my mouth over hers, absorb the sound. I fuck her, with more intensity than I’ve done anything else before in my life. I pull her close enough that her breasts are flattened against my chest, her nipples hard enough to imprint themselves into my skin.
My balls draw up; the pressure builds at the base of my spine.
I pull back, gaze into her eyes. "Come for me, Gigi," I growl.
Her body bucks, her eyes roll back in her head, her spine arches, the trembling sweeps up her legs, her breasts thrust up, and her mouth opens. She shatters, and so do I.
