Page 76 of Black Castle

His words slither into her ears, thick with satisfaction, with hunger. Because whether she wants to admit it or not, her body already has.

He climbs onto the bed after her, and she instinctively scrambles backward, retreating inch by inch as if there’s anywhere in this house she can run to.

A slow, devious smile stretches across his lips as he reaches for her. One sharp tug, and she’s yanked forward, dragged beneath him with a startled gasp. His weight presses her into the mattress, his presence swallowing the space between them, until all she can see and feel is him.

“Running?” he murmurs, brushing a finger down the side of her face with a deceptive softness. “Cute. But I’m afraid there will be no running tonight, ladybird.”

A gasp breaks out of her lips when his free hand pushes her thighs apart, his hand wandering deeper until it’s hovering just over her throbbing pussy.

“Don’t touch me.” She is panting, her chest heaving.

“But you’re soaking wet.” His voice is low, taunting, curling around her like smoke. Two fingers slip between her thighs, sliding over the slick evidence of her betrayal, and a sharp breath shudders from her lips. She doesn’t want this.

But truly, she does.

A whimper escapes as he pushes in, fingers curling, dragging a moan from her throat that she fights but fails to bite back.

“For someone so scared, so desperate to run,” he murmurs, watching her face twist in defiance. “You’re making a mess all over my finger, ladybird.”

A hand flies to catch his wrist, to stop him, a futile attempt to regain a sliver of control. But her resistance sparks something sharp in his chest. He is in control. She doesn’t get to stop him.

With one swift movement, he wrenches both her delicate wrists above her head, pinning them hard against the mattress. She gasps, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.

“I could tie you up, you know,” he muses, his fingers pausing inside her. “Chain your ankles and wrists to the bed, keep you exactly where I want you. But I was hoping we could start off on a mutual ground.”

He pulls his fingers out and begins to stroke her heat—teasing, relentless. Her back arches, lips trembling in a wordless plea, but she catches the flicker of resistance in her eyes, the way she still thinks she can fight him. Then his grip tightens around her wrists.

“However,” he breathes, voice thick with warning. “I can just easily change my mind.”

A strangled whisper breaks from her lips as he presses deeper, his fingers plunging into her tight, desperate cunt. Her thighs quiver, muscles tensing, betraying the pleasure winding through her body despite the way waging in her mind.

“I need you to know that you can’t pretend with me.” His voice is steel, his pace unrelenting as he watches her body surrender, helpless against his touch. “Fear turns you on, doesn’t it?” A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest as she shudders, her nails digging into her palm, struggling against the pleasure clawing up her spine. “Yeah, you’re a fucking psycho, ladybird. But that’s okay, I’m a fucking psycho too.”

“Oh god, yes, yes—” Her voice is breathless, ruined, her body arching helplessly into his touch. He watches, enthralled by the way she’s taking his fingers. And he pumps harder inside her, almost feeling the tension coiling tighter inside her chest, hearing her pretty little moans dissolve into desperate cries for more.

His fingers curl against her perfect spot inside her, and she breaks with a sharp cry, her entire body shuddering, thighs trembling as she drenches his fingers.

His grin mirrors pure sin as he slowly pulls out his fingers, raising it to her lips, smearing the evidence across her mouth.

“I wonder if Lucan knows what we’re up to right now,” he whispers, his voice slow and lethal. “That his fragile little fairy is a desperate, needy slut.”

A gasp catches in her throat, her lashes wet with unshed tears, shame, pleasure, confusion—all warring in her eyes.

“Do you think he’ll be angry?” He strokes her bottom lip with his slick fingers, then presses them between her parted lips. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t even hesitate, as her tongue flicks out, tastes herself, her seductive eyes glazing over as she sucks them deeper into her mouth.

“Tell me,” he murmurs pulling his finger out and trailing them along the curve of her breast, “Can you imagine how furious and betrayed he would feel when he realized I fucked this pussy all night long when he has never even had the privilege of laying next to you?”

She doesn’t answer. Because she doesn’t have anything to say. She just watches through lidded eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks like some haunted, ruined doll, while her chest rises and falls with the remnant of her release.

His hand hovers over the neckline of her top, his fingers hooking around the first button. And with a commanding and unyielding tone, he says, “Take it off.”

He lifts his weight off her, stepping off the bed.

Though hesitant, she sits up and slowly drags the top over her head, her silky breast bouncing free, nipples hard and erect, begging to be toyed with, desperate to be sucked as he fucks her raw and hard.

“Come closer,” he commands, beckoning her to the edge of the bed.

She crawls until her knees are resting just inches away from the edge. Her curious eyes follow the movement of his hands as they travel to his chest, working on his buttons.

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