Page 55 of Soulless Deeds

I shoved against his glistening pecs, which only made me want to sink my fingers deeper. He didn’t retreat, instead pushing closer.

“Nope. Just the one person right now,” I snarked.

He chuckled, soon sobering as his stare penetrated into me. Ever so slowly, as if testing for consent, Echo raised his palm to cup my cheek.

“You haven’t changed your face since being here.”

My lids narrowed into slits as his fingers skimmed against my jaw. “I’m still healing. I can’t change without risking my wound reopening.”

Echo continued to caress down my throat, ignoring the fact that I was rendered uselessbecause of him.

“That’s a shame. I would have been willing to break my last rule and fuck you again if you were able to change that mask,” he said with a smug, cocky smirk. My teeth clenched together as my hand flew upward to slap him clean across the face. He caught my wrist before I could make contact and tsked, his toxic breath blowing over me. “Or, I’d be willing to close my eyes and think of someone else, if you ask me nicely?—”

THWACK.

XXII

Spencer

Iheadbutted him, my forehead colliding with his face, causing pain to ricochet through my skull.

“FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH!”

No point denying it. I grabbed the closest instrument my fingers came in contact with—which happened to be a metal spatula—then proceeded to beat him with it.

I managed to get a few good hits in, too, until he wrestled me down. My spine hit the benchtop as we struggled for leverage.

Then, pain lanced into my shoulder.That fucker bit me!Using the distraction, Echo ripped the makeshift weapon from my grip.

Coming down from the struggle, acute awareness sparked of our current position.

Echo was layered on top of me, his hands anchoring my wrists above my head with nil room for escape. He remained between my legs, his pelvis securing me in place. Although, that wasn’t what made us pause.

In the scuffle, I had lost my cooking apron and he had lost the towel, his magnificent cock bare and rigid, pressing against my black lace panties—that were now damp with arousal.

We didn’t move, not even an inch.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, his face hovering above mine.

“Like what?” I challenged, squirming beneath him.

“Stop,” he almost pleaded, his voice spiked with something extra that had my skin tingling all over.

God,he was delusional.

Ignoring his request, I shifted my hips, grinding my centre against his—then let myself drown beneath the rising tide of pleasure.

He remained rigid, not giving in to my ministrations. Yet, his voice was desperate, on the very precipice of surrender. “I can’t… We can’t?—”

“—thenleave! You’re not my prisoner, Echo. What are you even afraid of? That the last time you made me come was a fluke? That even though you have that big dick, you don’t actually know how to use it?—”

In one swift motion, Echo pulled my panties to the side and impaled his thick length inside me.

I screamed, the intrusion simultaneously painful and euphoric. He didn’t give me time to accommodate his size, the only thought that processed being the need for more.

More. More. More.

The chant thumped in my head as it teetered on my lips. My brain was scrambled, my body intuitively writhing to the rhythm of his punishing thrusts.

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