Page 34 of Savage Torment

Her lips part, but no answer comes, so I withdraw my fingers and slam them back inside of her. She writhes beneath me, her face a cloud of emotions. “That’s it, Midnight. Ride my fingers like the whore you are,” I growl, and her hips move faster as her back arches, her body taking complete control.

“Call me that again.”

I wait on bated breath for the rest of her threat to come, but when nothing else is said, I quickly realize it’s not a challenge at all, but a plea. Fuck. A fact confirmed as her eyes narrow on mine. “Please.”

I snarl, hovering so close that her chest is an inch from my chin as I fuck her relentlessly with my fingers. “Come little whore. Come, come, come.”

My teeth latch on to her taut peak at my right and she screams, the sound rippling through my bones as she takes my command and explodes at my touch. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, a feeling I can’t get enough of, but before I soften to her presence, I remember my anger and retract my hand a moment later.

She groans, instantly missing the fullness as I stand tall, adjust my knees, and let her fall. She sighs as her ass hits the carpeted floor beneath her, unfazed as she bends her knees. As she leans back against the bed, naked from the ankles up, she’s never looked so fucking hot.

Has he seen her like this?

One single thought and I’m frothing at the mouth with rage again.

Her eyelids are almost closed as she tries to catch her breath, but the reprieve is short-lived as I grab her hair and pull her closer. She gasps, her narrowed eyes finding mine, but it doesn’t last long as I shift her farther forward, so she’s forced to catch herself on her palms.

With one hand nestled in her hair, I turn, opening the door of her armoire to reveal the floor-length mirror hidden inside. I don’t need to say a word as she observes her reflection. I wonder what she thinks she looks like?

Delicious.

Intoxicating.

“Whore,” she breathes, the corner of her mouth tilting up in satisfaction as her eyes latch on to mine in the mirror.

I sink to the floor behind her, friction burning at my knees as my pants grate against the carpet. My hold on her hair tightens, tilting her head back slightly as I admire the arch to her back as she raises her ass in the air for me.

She might be a whore, but I don’t want her any other way. She’s perfect.

The first time I took her, the second… fuck. She was made for me, forus, but admitting that out loud is impossible because now it seems she was made forhimtoo.

Beads of sweat trickle down her spine as I use my free hand to unbutton my pants and reveal my cock. It throbs desperately, and before I can even bring myself to remember or practice safe sex, my dick is enveloped in her heat as I thrust into her in one deep stroke.

She cries out, the sound much more muted now as she adjusts to my length, and my chin falls to my chest as I try to catch my breath.

What in the fuck is that?

No barrier between us… fuck.

Looking at our reflection, I note a similar pink tinge coating my skin too, and I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to hold back the impending climax that’s already tingling at the base of my spine.

“Please,” she whispers, leaning forward so her cheek is pressed into the carpet, and I bite back a groan, quickly realizing my hold on her hair has slackened as I got lost in her.

Regaining my composure, I tug at the strands, forcing her to look at her reflection again. “If you want to be called a whore and treated like a whore, then you’re going to watch yourself act like a whore,” I growl, grabbing her waist with my free hand, and she clamps her lips together and nods, the desire shining brighter in her eyes.

Slowly, I pull out and slam straight back into her pussy, and by the third thrust, she’s trying to match my rhythm. I increase my pace and put more force behind every slam of my hips as the therapeutic sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.

My breath comes in short, sharp pants as my hand slips from her waist to the small of her back, grappling for purchase as I slam into her again and again.

“Fuck,” I croak, sweat clinging to every inch of me as I feel her bare for the first time, while watching her reaction from every angle. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

She hears my grunt and meets my next thrust with more strength and my cock loves it, seeking her out desperately, but I’m not entirely done with her yet.

“Touch yourself, Polaris. Bring yourself over the edge with me.” She shakes her head, eyeing me nervously in the mirror. “Don’t tell me my little whore doesn’t know how to pleasure herself. Don’t tell me you’ve never touched yourself thinking of me, of my brothers,” I add, watching her pupils dilate as I tug tighter on her hair and fuck her recklessly.

Nervously, she lifts her right hand, bringing it to her throat first before slowly running her fingertips over her collarbone, down between the valley of her breasts, before tracing over her stomach and finding her clit eagerly waiting.

She exhales, running her tongue over her bottom lip as I slap her ass for good measure. She groans at the contact, and I run my palm over the reddening flesh, easing the sting as I plow into her again and again.

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