Page 83 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

There is minimal bruising there, aside from the spanks to my ass which hurt worse than they should have.

“I can see welts on your ass, Athens.” He grunts as I feel his fingers tracing them. It feels so good, but it’s downright sinful. “You have the perfect ass for spanking, Athens.” He hums. “Tell me, have you been a dirty, little girl?”

“Wyck.” I say his name in warning. I should get out of here, no matter how badly I hurt, but then, he speaks.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes. Someone once taught me that you could feel pleasure in pain. What Bash did was nothing but pain.”

“I know it was. If I were to spank you, it would be for both your pain and my pleasure.” He growls, kneading my ass to help relieve some of the pain there. I suck in a breath at his confession. “I know the thought turns you on, Athens, I can smell your arousal. Tell me, did he make you come?”

I squirm under his penetrating stare. When I don’t answer fast enough, he squeezes my ass tight, making me yelp. “Answer me, Athens.”

“No.”

“Do you want to?” He asks, turning me around and cupping my breasts in his hands, bringing my nipples to pebble against his touch.

“I- I shouldn’t answer that.”

“If you don’t, you will pay for it.” Why is it that when he says things like that, I feel compelled to obey? “Do. You. Want. To. Come?”

“Yes.” He doesn’t wait for me to move, make a sound, or anything before replacing his mouth with his hands. My fingers automatically thread their way into his hair, pulling him close. “Wyck, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We shouldn’t, but it’s too late to turn back now, dirty girl.” My thoughts are cut short when he brings my nipple between his teeth and bites down. This time, I don’t hold back the scream that erupts from deep inside of me.

“Wyck.” I whisper, but it comes out as a needy moan.

My cries of pleasure fall on deaf ears as he switches from one nipple to the next.

He lets one hand slip from my breast behind my back, and draws lazy circles around my ass.

“You have a perfect, heart-shaped ass that I could worship all day long.” He growls, releasing my tits, bringing his other hand around to my ass, and picking me up. “I lied when I said I wouldn’t fuck you, but you need to tell me now if you don’t want this.”

I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place because I want this more than my next breath. I want what he has to offer me. Even if it's just this once. I’m still engaged to his dad, and after tonight, everything will change.

“I shouldn’t want it, but I do. But, Wyck, you have to promise me that it won’t happen again.Ever.Whatever I decide, it won’t happen again.” I beg.

“You have my word. I hate you, remember?” He cracks a sly smile, and it looks downright beautiful on him. I can't help myself as I lean in and taste his lips.

Reaching out, I grab his face and pull him in as my tongue darts from my mouth and lands on his. I swear I can hear him purring against me.

“Why do you want this, Wyck?” I’m not sure if I want to hear his answer, and I hold my breath as I wait.

“Because no matter how much I hate you, I want to fuck you out of my system.” He confesses. “Don’t worry, dirty girl, it’s only for tonight.” He mouths against me, grabbing my tongue with his teeth.

He’s bringing out the dark side in me, and I’m not sure I can or want to turn back after this.

Maybe I’m vulnerable from what happened with Bash, or I’m just seeking the attention I received from the night of the party.

Regardless, I should run, but then he sticks two fingers inside his mouth, coating them with his spit. My thoughts are no longer my own, when I feel him slide those same fingers inside my throbbing pussy.

“You are so wet for me, Athens, open wide and tell me, does my father make you this wet?” His question should anger me, but all it does is make me want to confess my ugly truths to him.

“No.” I whisper as he works me like he knows how my body needs to be worked.

As if he already knows the answers to the questions he’s asking. And just like that, he shatters the last piece of thread holding me together, and I come… For him.

“Who else has had a taste of this sweet pussy?” He asks, removing his fingers from deep inside me and bringing them to my lips as I slowly come down from my high. He reaches out and grabs my mouth, commanding me to “Suck.” as he rams them inside. I suck his fingers as if I were sucking his dick. “That’s my dirty, little girl.” He coos as my mind tries to register his words. I’m in such a daze that I don’t remember where I’ve heard them before.

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