Page 81 of Black Castle

Her cries and the sound of his wet cock slamming in and pulling out of her dripping pussy fill the room, bouncing off the walls and returning to her ears.

“Good girls are supposed to conserve their manners and do as they’re told.” His fingers tighten around her neck, pushing her face against the sheet so much that it becomes hard to breathe. “But you seem to throw yours out the window the moment there is a cock inside your pussy, isn’t it?”

“Oh god,” she draws out the last word, the weight of the severity in her cry causing a burn in her chest as he slowly rolls his hip into her.

“God?” he demands, his voice lethal as he yanks her head backward until her skull is pressing into his chest, her eyes on him, thrusts uneven and wild. “God?”

She shakes her head.

“Is he the one responsible for all this mess you are making all over my cock and my sheet?” His voice is gruff and cold.

“No,” she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks, his angry thrust both painful and pleasurable.

“I am doing all the work and you are calling another man’s fucking name?” He is so angry, the veins stretch along his neck, bold, unforgiving.

“I’m, fuck-” Her stomach tightens at his quickened pace.

“Who is fucking you?” he growls, thrusting deeper into her.

“You.”

“Say my fucking name.” She can feel her scalp burning at the hold on her hair.

“Mr. Vol-”

“My name, Vivienne!”

She caves. “Zev!” The cry tears from her chest, her walls clenching around him as he pounds harder into her.

“Zev who?” he demands, releasing her hair and grabbing her waist with both hands, lifting her hip for a better angle.

“Zev…” her lips tremble, her speech flawed as she struggles to keep up with his ravenous and damaging pace. “Zev Raskovic.”

“Who owns this pussy?” He rolls his hips against hers, plays with her opening with the tip of his throbbing cock before pushing through her walls again.

“Zev Raskovic!” she cries louder, caring not if her voice can be heard and if those who hear it know it’s her.

“Who will be fucking this tight pussy from now on?” He pushes her face into the sheet again.

“Zev Raskovic.” The echo of her moans is swallowed in the sheet as her stomach caves, her chest shuddering, pleasure building at her core, traveling to the aching spot between her thighs.

She is so close again. She can feel the onslaught of pleasure beating loudly in her veins.

“I’m coming-” Her words are caught in her throat, an explosion depositing behind her temporarily closed eyes as her body locks, toe curling.

“Come,” he commands in a guttural tone. “I need you to come all over my fucking cock.”

“Fuck!” The cry is the loudest she has heard of herself as it all comes crashing down; a series of wet sounds as she finishes around his throbbing length, feeling her juices dripping all over the sheet and between her thighs.

Then a thunderous sound roars from his chest, his fingers digging into her hips as he jerks, his cock throbbing until she feels it deep inside her—his hot release.

She should be worried. This is the fifth time he is coming inside her. She is neither on birth control, nor does she have a stable circle to know if she is ovulating or not. But for some reason, she doesn’t care. Instead, his releasing inside her continuously sparks something innately corrupt inside her. It feels a lot like euphoria. A sort of thrill.

Perhaps he is right about her. As much as the truth angers her, he is so fucking right. There is a hidden darkness inside her. A miniscule fire of depravity and uncultureness that needs just a little spark to raze and burn.

Everything about this sexual escapade from last night till now has been all about him and less of her opinion. She didn’t verbally give her consent, but he made her give him that consent, both in her actions and her body’s reaction to him.

He explores a hunger she doesn’t know she has. Being a victim of domestic abuse, she always felt she needed someone who would handle her with the utmost gentleness. She thought she would run away from a man that didn’t care about her wants and needs. But something about him giving her no room for opinion and consent enchants her, turns her the fuck on that before he touches her, she is already a dripping mess for him.

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