Page 56 of Soulless Deeds

“Fuck you… And fuck thisperfect. Fucking. Pussy.” He grunted. “You justhadto push me, didn’t you? Now look at what you’ve done, sweetheart.Take this dick.”

Slam. Slam. Slam.

If being railed by a sex god was my punishment, let’s just say I’d sin more often. Taking ownership of my misdemeanours, I submitted to the penalty like a good girl, my heels digging into his ass, urging him faster, pushing him harder.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Swallow me. Use me.Take what you need, Ghost.”

Our eyes caught, the intensity of our connection pulling taut as he pounded relentlessly deep as if he could fuck all his hate into me.

I can take it.I’d take it all. That same promise echoing into my soul…I will be your end.

We were an active warzone, recklessly manoeuvring through an explosive minefield that stretched between us. However, with each tormenting touch, every light caress, I could sense the bombs ready to detonate—minute cracks splintering his foundations, tiny fissures weakening his resolve.

Any other time, I would have howled in victory… If only I wasn’t affected, too.

Echo ripped off my bra, leaving my breasts exposed and heaving. As if possessed, his momentum slowed to leisurely pumps as he bowed his head and revered my chest with intentional focus.

He kissed along my collarbone, licked down my breasts, sucked on my nipples and when he bit down on a sensitive tip, my back arched off the bench, shoving more flesh into his wet, wanting mouth.

Red streaks and teeth marks marred my skin, causing ripples of heat to tighten and squeeze my cunt from the sheer intensity.

With his unguarded attention, coupled with his dick sliding in and out of me—sofucking slowly—my erratic neurons had me losing my absolute mind. I was hypersensitive.

With each thrust, he was changing our dynamic, his actions spelling out a declaration that neither of us wanted to address but couldn’t resist.

We weren’t justfuckinganymore, my deprived soul searching for something deeper. It had never happened before. I was happy with chasing pleasure wherever and whenever Ineeded. However, there was a new, instinctual calling—which was screaming out forhim.

Echo continued his exploration, halting over my sternum. A stagnant second stretched as his hazel eyes flicked up to mine, capturing me in stasis while his tongue traced the Sovereign crown tattoo stamped between my breasts.

When he finished his thorough examination, he shifted and pressed a devout kiss to my stab wound—the wound he’d inflicted.

It was more than a mere press of his lips. I could see the regret in his eyes, feel the remorse in that simple brush of contact.

Long-dead feelings were stirring inside me. Emotions that I had beat down and smothered for the past four years. The trauma of losing someone I loved so dearly fucking destroyed me, obliterated those weak qualities that I swore would never breach the surface again. Which had never been challenged…until now.

“Echo,harder,” I pleaded, shifting my hips higher with desperation. I wanted him deeper—neededhim deeper. To take away those thoughts, erase those dangerous feelings, fuckingdrownthem in lust and desire instead.

Bright hazel flecks of green and gold shone above me, boring into my forest green with confusion and vulnerability.

With each tormenting pump, an invisible shift occurred, small in its summation, however powerful enough to destroy us both. The scales weighed our connection with two possible outcomes: our almighty triumph or our utter ruination.

Am I willing to give in and find out?

“Echo, you have tostop,” I pleaded.Stop looking at me like that. Stop touching me like that. Stop.“Please.”

His expression was pained. He couldn’t stop… Just as much as I didn’t want him too. “Fuck, Ghost…if only I knew how.”

He was lost. Just like me.

I could hear the fractures splintering in my chest… If only they were physical, then I’d have some hope of recovery.

Crack. Crack. Crack. There goes my damaged heart.

Wariness crept in my psyche as his eyes reflected mine.He could see it all.Which made panic jump to the forefront of my mind. Without a command, my palm raised to his pec—whether to push him away or pull him closer, I couldn’t say.

Echo flinched, fear causing him to stutter as he aggressively peeled my hand off to slam back against the benchtop, pain radiating up my wrist.

His expression transitioned into a sinister sneer as he growled.

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