Page 14 of Pirate's Plunder

“Don’t, please. I’ll do it.” I shove my best friend and slam the door to relock it, but I don’t miss his laughter in the hall.

Asshole.

I kick off my boots and undo the button on my jeans as I walk back to the bed. Terror is coming off her in waves, making me feel like utter shit but I don’t let it show.

I wanted her to be scared of me. I just didn’t expect it to affect me like it is. I shake it off and climb up on the mattress, stopping with my face hovering right over her core.

“Open your legs.” Her body is shaking, and as I glance up at her face, I watch in horror as a tear falls down her cheek.

“Now, Preciosa, or I’ll let my men in.” She hesitates for a moment and then lets her one leg move to the side.

“I… can’t. Don’t hurt me.” The way she phrased that doesn’t sit well with me, but I’m here to play a part, so I grin at her as I lower my face.

“Of course I’m going to hurt you and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” I lick her core, savoring her flavor on my tongue.

My eyes close as I struggle to keep my actions slow. I do not want to rush this. I push my nose into her clit as I tongue her opening in lazy circles. Her hips buck, and I move my hands to pin her hips to the bed.

I move my mouth up to her clit and suck it roughly, slowly opening my eyes to look up at Genesis. Her mascara is running and leaving tracks down her reddened cheeks. Her chest is heaving as she breathes through her open mouth. But it’s her eyes that tell me what’s really happening in her head.

They tell me a story of confusion, pleasure, betrayal, and hurt.

She’s enjoying what I’m doing to her, confused about why, and hurt that her body is betraying her in such a manner. I growl vibrating her core as I pinch her clit in between my teeth.

She whimpers and tries to pull her arms away from where they’re still locked to my headboard.

“Please,” she begs and groans at the way my body fills with satisfaction.

“Please what, Preciosa?” I lick her core a few more times before sitting back on my thighs to lower my zipper.

“Please stop. I’m a virgin.” No, no way.

I let the grin on my face spread as I take off my jeans and stroke my cock. Her eyes catch on my Prince Albert piercing and then widen when she sees the Jacob’s ladder.

All six bars.

“Oh, Preciosa, then this is gonna hurt.” I place the head of my cock to her soaked entrance and hold her hips firmly so she can’t move away and surge my hips forward, sheathing myself in one long firm stroke.

“Fuck,” I groan at her tightness and warmth.

I stare down at where we’re joined and pull my cock out slowly to see a streak of red blood on my shaft. That color fills my vision and takes over my mind.

I made her bleed. She’s mine now.

Chapter Eight

Genesis

Zek moves, and the pain that first lanced through me starts to morph. I watch his face as his eyes close and his lips part on a groan.

“FUCK,” he curses as he leans into the movement of his hips.

My eyes fall to my pussy where I see the trail of blood on his dick. All that metal, at first, felt like it would tear me apart, but now it’s less cold and foreign, making my body want to move along with his.

My head shakes as I try to refuse the sensation that I know will cause an orgasm that will steal my common sense. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this. I shouldn’t be feeling any pleasure at all!

“Go ahead, Preciosa. Fight it all you want. The more you resist the harder you’ll cum and I very much want to see you fall apart on my cock.” He reaches over to the nightstand, grabs his phone, and starts taking pictures.

“NO!” I gasp when his earlier words come back to me.

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