Page 72 of Muerte

“That mouth…maybe I should fuck that next.” He bent over me, beginning to push forward. “Bite down, deliciae. This is going to hurt.”

With one brutal thrust of his hips, he was inside me, forcing his way past any resistance and tearing the sensitive muscle. I screamed, biting into his hand as pain blindsided me. He withdrew and then thrust back in, burying every inch of his cock inside my ass.

“Just breathe, beautiful. It’ll get better,” he soothed, his tone giving no indication he felt my teeth sinking into his skin.

I bit down harder, and blood filled my mouth. My vision swam with tears as he began to move.

It felt wrong.

It fucking burned.

He set a brutal pace, driving into me hard enough that the entire table wobbled, sending more dishes to the floor where they shattered apart.

I cried out with every thrust, screaming and incoherently pleading for him to stop. At some point, my water glass tipped over, sending the cold liquid straight towards my face, where it was pressed into the table so hard, I knew there’d be a bruise.

Alexander suddenly wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked me up, forcing my body to bow back as his cock sank deeper into my ass. My cry was muffled by a sob.

“You feel so good, Lola,” he groaned, rocking into me.

His other hand slipped down and reached between my legs. He began to play with my pussy, adding a finger and then withdrawing to rub my arousal on my clit. Pain and pleasure gradually began to mix, my entire body trembling as it became trapped in some fucked-up torment between the two.

“Alex,” I cried out as my legs began to shake.

He released his hold on my hair to grab my throat, forcing me to maintain my posture as he cut off my air flow. It didn’t take long for dots to begin dancing across my tear-filled vision. I gripped his wrist and dug my nails in as hard as I could, unable to speak and demand he let go.

He eased up enough for me to suck in a breath, and then began to squeeze again. He repeated this until I was too lightheaded to stand. My entire body felt as if it were floating.

“Come for me, deliciae,” he demanded, sounding far away. The pressure on my clit increased and he fucked me harder. My pussy contracted and my ass clamped around him as pressure built inside me. “Come,” he ordered again, his voice cold.

I couldn’t make a sound when my climax hit, sending a wave of heated bliss spiraling through me and momentarily blacking out my vision. Alexander kept going until he found his own release, holding my body against his.

He came with a low grunt and remained inside me for what felt like hours before he slowly pulled out of my ass. I shuddered and slouched down onto the table, another sob catching in my throat. What the hell had just happened? I could feel him dripping out of me.

With a tenderness that belied what he’d just done, he gingerly turned me back around.

I glanced down and wished I hadn’t. There was blood smeared all over his cock.

“I wasn’t planning on making you cry tonight,” he remarked almost playfully as he took my face in his hands. “Still beautiful as ever.” He leaned forward and stopped a tear with his lips. “Even when you cry.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Come here.” He lifted me up as if I were a doll and moved us away from the table. My back met the wall, and I used it to support myself.

“This is in the way.” With skilled fingers, he made quick work of my dress and bra. Goosepimples traveled across my flesh as it was exposed to the cool air. Alexander looked at my heels, and then at me with a glint in his eyes. “Those can stay.”

He kissed along my jaw, and then my neck, across my chest and down my body until he was on his knees.

His warm breath fanned across my clit, and I suddenly realized what he was doing.

“Alex,” I protested feebly, my throat raw and aching.

“Did you think we were done?” He lifted my thigh with his name carved onto it and draped it over one shoulder. He kissed it lightly and then brought my pussy flush with his mouth.

My eyes met his, searching for some sign of leniency, some hint of the man who could be gentle and caring beneath the dominating exterior. But all I found was the unwavering certainty of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and how to get it.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Persistent ringing sliced through the silence.