Page 72 of The Devil's Redemption

Finally in his room, he slams the door shut and locks it in place. Dropping me onto his bed, I practically bounce right back off of it and onto the floor. Once the bed springs stop whining, I look up at him.

“What thefuck?” I question. “I can’t have an innocent conversation with a guy, but it’s fine for you to let that walking STD sit comfortably on your lap?”

The anger on his face doesn’t go away. He expression never falters.

“You aremine,Sasha.”

My anger matching his, I stand on the bed with my balled fists on my hips.

“Andyouaremine, Carson.”

The moment his birth name leaves my lips, he knows I’m not playing around any longer. His anger morphs into need. I can feel his sexual energy coming off of him in waves, and I predict his pounce before it even happens. As he takes a large step in his small room, I lunge off of the bed and wrap my body around him like a fucking spider monkey.

Our lips crash together, and his angry, lust-filled fervor matches mine. We can’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough. He tears my shirt down the front before he rips his own shirt over his head. Denim is damn near impossible to rip, so I try to be patient as his large fingers struggle to unbutton my jeans in a frenzy.

Before they’re even down my legs, I’m working to unbutton his pants. He bends over to untie his shoes, but there’s no way I can wait for that. I feel the moisture pooling between my legs. I need him, and I need himnow.

“Fuck the boots,” I demand with a little more force than I intended.

When he looks at me, I turn around and grab his hand to pull him close. Then I get on all fours on the bed and hoist my ass high into the air, on display for him and him alone.

“Take me, Blade. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you own me.”

He steps up behind me, and I feel his rock-hard erection nestle in the crack of my ass.

“I do own you, Sasha,” he growls. “Every fucking inch of you.”

With no warning, he pushes his cock through my opening and deep inside of me, as far as he can go. It hurts a little at first, but it’s not long before my body relaxes around him. Bending over, he kisses me on my back and utters words that aren’t meant to be beautiful, but they’re beautiful to me.

“And you own every piece of me.”

Before I have a chance to let the words sink in, he begins thrusting. Pulling out and pushing in faster than he ever has before.

“Fuuuck,” I moan. “Oh, fuck, Blade.”

“Does that feel good?” he asks before smacking my ass.

The burn is a new feeling I’m not quite used to, but I have to admit that it adds to the pleasurable sensation that he’s giving me.

“I asked you a question,” he growls again, smacking my other ass cheek. “Does that fucking feel good?”

“Yes, yes, yes… God, yes! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Blade,” I cry.

I cry because it feels so good, this can’t be real. I’ve already discovered that I like angry sex, but could it be even better when Blade is mad as well? This… The way he’s fucking me is beautiful torture. It’s too much, yet at the same time, I can’t get enough. He’s hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me in a way he never has before.

With a couple more thrusts, I come undone. I can feel the liquid escape me, down both of our legs.

“Is that all you’ve got for me, baby?” Blade reaches around and grabs me by the neck, pulling me up so my back is to his front.

He snakes his other hand around the front of my body and presses down on my clit as he continues to move inside of me.

“I want more, Sasha. I’m going to wring you dry until you don’t have one more drop of moisture in your body.”

He kisses my ear before pushing me back down onto all fours. With one hand on my clit, he brings the other to my mouth. Pushing two fingers inside, he swirls them around the same way he does when they’re buried deep in my pussy. The feeling of it has another rush of moisture dripping from inside of me.

When his fingers are fully saturated, he removes them from my mouth. I’m very excited and all too eager for him to enter me, but then I remember that his dick is still deep inside of me.

“What are—” I begin to ask him, but he grabs a lock of my hair and turns my head back to face the headboard.

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