Page 20 of Soulless Deeds

I pushed in and out with skilled movement, pulsing in rhythm with the thick, bounding beat from the orchestra drums, lapping in her moans and unrestrained thrusts. It wasn’t enough.

Removing my grip from her ponytail, my hand hooked around to the front of her neck, squeezing the air from her spasming throat, her pussy doing the same in stunning harmonisation.

Her frame suddenly pushed against me, her hands rustling in front of her, motions uncoordinated.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, halting all movement.

“Trying to get to my clit.”

Sure enough, she was lifting the front of her dress, struggling to tunnel underneath. A growl escaped my lips as I turned her to face me. “That’s my job.”

“Then get to fucking work before I do it myself,” she said, placing her hand between her legs.Over my dead fucking body.

I wacked her hand away and pressed my thumb hard against her clit, all manner of thought turning vacant, lost in a black hole as I came in contact with a cool piece of metal.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I managed to stumble back a step, spreading two fingers to separate her pink pussy lips and give myself a clear view. “Hold your fucking dress up.Now,” I practically snarled. And when she raised the material to her waist… Fuck. It took everything within me not to buckle to my knees.

Flawless. Supple. Glistening.

The clit piercing shining, coated with her desire… I wanted to coat it with mine, the idea making me groan. “So pretty. So perfect.”Erotic perfection.

“I know.”

I didn’t even deem her with a reply. Of course, she knew every part of her was exquisite. She was practically shoving it in my face, showing that shit off with a prideful expression. As she fucking should have. I’d never been more turned on in my life.

As one hand remained on her throat, the other ventured lower, two fingers pushing back inside her, my thumb joining in by flicking and pulling her piercing to the verge of pain. She didn’t care, lapping that shit up like she wanted more—needed more.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even fucking think straight, her inner walls squeezing me so tight, I almost combusted at the thought of it being my dick.

“I live here now,” I said, voice guttural and nothing like my own. “Permanently stitched to your fucking insides, never to be removed.” She whimpered in reply.

My eyes caught on movement directly below us. Remi pushed to centre stage, stealing the room’s attention with his flawless voice. I wanted to kill him. He was obviously the reason she was there, and he’d skilfully lied about her importance.

Fury raced through my bloodstream at the mere thought of him having her. Without conscious thought, I roughly shoved a third finger in, her core stretching and pulsating around my aggressive invasion. She groaned, falling forward into my bare chest, using me for leverage as her legs failed her.

“Has he had this cunt? Has he felt this?Tell me,” I said, gripping her neck tighter.

“No. He hasn’t had me.”

“Right answer.” Without further ado, I simultaneously shoved a fourth finger in deep, pulled on her clit piercing with my thumb and squeezed her throat tight until I cut off her airway.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, yielding her weight for me to catch. I fucked her hard and fast, the ripples of her flesh entirely euphoric, causing my brain to muddle and my vision to double. The thrumming lust in my veins festered for release as she found her own, her climax calling me to join in the primal need for submission. I fought against it and rewarded myself by delving deeper. I wasn’t finished with her yet… Nowhere near it.

IX

Echo

After her come down, I retracted my hold enough to let her breathe. The call to claim her was instantly a raw necessity, my body shaking from that singular, consuming thought.

Mystery Girl leant back against the rail, her fear of heights all but forgotten as her confident hands danced over my chest.

Blank panic crept into my senses from her touch, old memories threatening to surface and drown me beneath their weight. With barely restrained aggression, I ripped her wrists from my body and anchored them to the base of her back.

That caveman move didn’t seem to perturb her. If anything, the restraint caused lust-filled eyes to track my face—which I’m sure screamed “ravenous fucking animal”.

Watching on in a hypnotised state, she pulled against my hold, which was sure to leave bruises. Still, she didn’t relent. At that point, she was at risk of breaking her damn wrists.

Her push for power was refreshing; no woman had ever challenged me. Women played by my rules, following my exact commands like well-trained bitches. But there was this elusive being, demolishing all my well-made walls that were set for my protection.

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