Page 304 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

He slaps my thigh, grabs my chin.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Lollipop. Say it. Beg like the sweet whore you are.”

The fight drains out of me when he sucks my clit—leaving only the truth.

“Please, Declan,” I sob. “I need it—I need you.”

He rewards me instantly.

No teasing. Just what I begged for—hard, brutal thrusts that tear sobs from my chest.

I shatter, climax barreling through me like a wrecking ball.

But he’s not done.

He flips me onto my hands and knees.

A dark chuckle. “Oh, what do we have here?”

He nudges the pink plug I slid in this morning… a shameful hope.

His fingers twist it. “Did my little slut hope to get her ass fucked today?”

I whimper, nodding.

He doesn’t rush. Just strips me open.

One hand dips back to my pussy. He tugs the plug free with a wet pop.

“You’re so fucking needy,” he grunts, reaching around me and retrieving a packet of lube from his pants pocket.

Fisting his slick length, he drizzles lube down my crack. Then he’s there, sliding his way in.

I sob his name, the stretch obscene as he moves in slowly.

He strokes my clit, pulling me from pain into something else.

Then he thrusts deep, each punch stealing my breath.

"Your slut pussy is feeling left out,” he murmurs like a promise. “I made something for you.”

I hear the buzz of a toy turning on.

It’s huge and I realize—it’s him. A silicone dildo made from a cast of him.

“It’s the Shadow Daddy.” I feel his smirk. “And you’re going to love us fucking you.”

He slides it in, fixing a sucker around my clit and I nearly pass out. The pressure too much, the pleasure cataclysmic.

I'm split open, filled everywhere—his cock, the toy, the overwhelming rush of sensation flooding through me until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

My orgasm tears through me like a wildfire, dragging a ragged, broken sob from my throat.

Declan’s hips stutter as he groans my name, thrusting deep one last time as he spills inside me, claiming me the way he was always meant to.

I collapse into the floor, panting, trembling, every nerve ending shattered and raw.

He leans over me, brushing sweaty hair from my face, pressing a kiss to my temple.

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