Page 19 of Wicked Savage

“Dirty girl.” I grab a fistful of her ass, spanking her with my palm, then running my fingers over the skin to soothe it before I let the whip strike her, harder this time.

She gasps, her arms trembling, but she still remains upright.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward.”

I sink my fingers inside her, and she greedily sucks me into her tight cunt, collapsing onto her chest when I thrust faster, coaxing another orgasm from her pretty lips.

“That’s it, give me another. Let me hear you.”

“Oh my God!” she cries as I curl my fingers, hitting her G-spot.

Then she gives me exactly what I wanted, shattering and screaming my name while her body thrashes in pleasure. PleasureIgave her.

“That’s it, a ghra. It’s all mine.”

I don’t know why I’m calling her these things. I don’t even know her, but it just feels right.

She cries out, grasping the sheets with her small hands. I want them on my back, nails clawing across my flesh while I fuck her.

Collapsing on the bed, she’s unable to hold herself up anymore. I let out a small chuckle before grabbing her hips and throwing her onto her back.

Her breaths grow labored while I get to my feet, needing to free this painful erection so I can finally have what I’ve wanted from the moment I saw her at the bar, looking all cute with her dress soaking wet around her beautiful tits.

My gaze roves down her body as I wonder how many men she’s been with, wanting to rip out their eyes and cut off their arms for looking at and touching what I have deemed to be mine already.

The thoughts make me insane. Images of her tangled in bed with them, crying out in pleasure for them.

Fuck. Seeing that play in my head makes me painfully hard, yet enraged all at the same time. I’ve lost my damn mind.

I rip off the scarf, wanting her to see me too, and when her gaze lands on me, her teeth tug on the corner of her bottom lip.

“So damn sexy,” I tell her, and her face flushes at the compliment while I reach into my pocket, grabbing a condom before I strip off my pants and boxers.

Her wide eyes drop to my cock. “You’re…huge.”

A low laugh rumbles from my chest as I fist the thick length, slow and deliberate. “If you’re worried, don’t be. I promise we’ll make it fit.”

Her lips part with a slight tremble, her gaze flicking up to meet mine before shifting back down. “Are those…”

“Piercings?”

She swallows, eyes locked in fascination.

“Yes, they are.”

I finger the four frenum piercings on the underside of my shaft. Moving in closer, I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on in one smooth motion.

“Did that hurt?” she asks, curiosity laced in her tone. “I bet it did.”

I plant my knee beside her on the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her closer, desperate to see her face.

What’s Konstantin gonna do if I break a rule? Try to kill me? That wouldn’t end well for him.

“It hurt like hell.” My lips trail down her abdomen, each kiss slower than the last, my eyes locked on hers. “Need you to make it better.”

Her fingers weave into my hair, giving it a teasing tug. “And how do I do that?”

I throw one of her legs over my shoulder as I slide my body lower. “I think your pretty mouth wrapped around it would really make me feel better.”

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