Page 18 of The Labyrinth

Fingers still firmly inside her as she twisted and moaned below me, I moved forward, forcing her to take a step backward, and another, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Her breath came in tiny gasps, nearly inaudible moans slipping out here and there. I finally took my fingers from her, not missing the way she sighed when I did so. Both arms free, I lifted her onto the bed, allowing her shapely calves to dangle over the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Rissa stared at me, defiance back in every muscle in her body.

“Sorry. I must have misspoken. Spread your legs,now,” I demanded.

I didn’t know if it was Rissa or her body obeying my words, but her legs widened. I stepped between them. But I wanted a better view of my pussy.

“Wider.” I gripped her thighs, pushing her legs apart until her pretty pink pussy was fully exposed to me.Perfect. “Oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

When I looked up at Rissa, a flicker of curiosity crossed her eyes, before it was replaced with that strength once more.Discipline. She needed discipline. But not right now. I backed up slightly, enough so I could tear my shirt over my head, and step out of my pants. Rissa gasped.

“What the fuck isthat?”

I followed her gaze to my cock, and I smirked. For our kind, I wasn’t massive. But I knew compared to a human, I was in a different league altogether. I ran my hand along my purple length, thick in my grip, feeling the ridges beneath my palm. I stroked my finger around the head, feeling the thick black barbs just below it. “You don’t like it?”

“That’s not fitting,” she breathed.

“I’ll make it fit.” I slid my fingers through her wetness, taking some and spreading it across my cock. I pumped my hand up and down, making sure I was lubed up for her.

“Will those hurt? The spikes?”

“Yes. But you’ll like it.”You’ll like being hurt.Besides, I knew they were rounded on the end, not sharp. They would hurt, not maim.Although…there was an idea.

I focused my attention back on Rissa, fitting my cock right at her tight opening, spreading her legs as wide as I could get them.

“Eyes on me,” I said. “The whole time.” Without another word, I pushed myself inside.

She screamed as I entered her, her entire body arching back as she gripped the sheets beneath her. I gave her a moment. Waited for her breathing to come back down. And another moment to be sure. Then I pulled back, and slammed into her again. This time, her scream was music to my ears, sending electricity down my spine. Fuck, I loved this feeling. One day, I was going to do dirty things to her. But today, I just wanted to feel her. To be buried inside her. Those things…they could come later.

Beneath me, Rissa didn’t move her eyes from me, staring up at me with that same challenge I had seen from the beginning. I wondered for a moment what she saw in me—what I wanted her to see in me. And then I breathed out, and kept fucking her. Eventually her screams turned to moans, and her hands gripped fistfuls of the bedding like it could save her.

“Oh, fuck, oh, Ten, oh my God,” she cried, her hips meeting me, her body controlling her brain now instead of the other way around. She was mine. All fucking mine. My toy. My plaything. My deliciae.

I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into the warm flesh as I thrust into her. I knew she would be feeling my thickness, my ridges, and the barbs, hitting every spot inside her. “Are you going to come for me like the little slut you are?” I growled. One of my hands drifted higher, and I swirled my thumb against her swollen clit.

“Please, oh, please,” she begged. “I need more.”

There it was. What I had been waiting for all along. I pressed my thumb against her clit, and thrust even deeper inside her. “Come, Rissa.”

She shattered around me, crying and moaning as her body turned into a trembling mess around my cock. God, it was a beautiful sight. I pumped inside, feeling my release growing low, and knowing my finish was right there. With a cry of my own, I spilled out into Rissa, pouring out my sin and corruption into her body.

Unless, maybe, she had never been pure to start with. Maybe, we had just corrupted each other, poison flooding both of our veins.

She fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. I pulled out of her with a groan, watching my rich black seed drip out of her swollen pussy. With a finger, I scooped up some of the drip, and gently pushed it back inside her. It belonged inside.

I shook my head. What was wrong with me? I grabbed my shirt from the floor and tossed it to her. “This should be big enough for you to wear like a dress.”

Rissa gave me a strange look, but took the shirt. “Thanks.”

Oh, how I wished I could crack open her head and see exactly how her brain worked. I wanted to see what that look meant. I wanted to know exactly what she was thinking at all times, but especially now. She was quiet as she pulled the shirt on and got out of the bed. I couldn’t stop myself from asking. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “What’s on your mind?”

Rissa played with the hem of the shirt that fell to her knees, hiding her sweet little figure from me, but no matter because I knew what lay underneath. I knew how she screamed even when she said she wouldn’t. “Will you come back?”

“No.” I had already made my mind up the moment I sank into Rissa’s wet heat. I knew there would be a price to pay for it, but so be it. “I won’t.”

“Oh.” Did her face fall just then, before she quickly rearranged it? Did she not want me to leave, even after what I had just forced her to do? Maybe this girl was just as twisted as I was.

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