Page 50 of Grotesque
Hysterical laughter bubbled in the back of my throat. There was no way he could slide any more of his cock inside me. I gasped when he thrust forward. “Corban!”
A dissatisfied hiss left him. “That just won’t do.”
“Won’t…” I started. “There’s nowhere else for you to go!”
“Shh,” he crooned. “It’s alright.” Corban rolled his hips back and then forward slowly. A deep rumble hummed within his chest.
“You’ve got to– fuck!” Something between sharp pain and white-hot pleasure ran up my spine when he bottomed out.
He encircled my waist with one strong arm. “That’s exactly what we are doing.” He shifted his hips and thrust so hardthe sound of his flesh smacking against mine echoed down the hallway. “That is what I am going to do to you all night.”
I hadn’t considered that Corban had been preparing me the last few days. That all of the games had led up to this moment. I had known he was powerful, frighteningly so, but as he started fucking me, I realized how much he had been holding back before. The way he had fucked my mouth was gentle compared to this.
When hefuckedme, it was the single most soul-sucking glorious thing I’d ever experienced.
He was merciless as he slammed into me over, and over, and over. My eyes rolled so far back into my head I thought I’d never see straight again. There was something primal about being fucked on the hardwood floor, about being practically flat on my stomach, my arms pinned, completely at his mercy. I realized that it was not the house that made the women of Glamis Manor mad, but Corban. Corban and his demented need to possess.
Why did no one tell you going insane felt so fucking good?
He shifted back on his knees. “By the gods,” he hissed. Corban rolled his hips forward, his palm coming down on my ass with a loud smack. “You are so warm.” He ran the flat of his palm over my reddened skin, his eyes glazing over as he squeezed it roughly.
Sharp talons raked down my back to my hip. I’d had plenty of sex, but there wasnothinglike this. Torn between the pain of his claws and the pleasure of the cold length of him splitting me in two, it was a wonder I didn’t die on the spot.
Lust’s thick haze shrouded me, enveloping me in a heated embrace as a fresh wave of sweat broke across my skin. “Corban,” I begged.
His eyes snapped to mine in the mirror as he increased his pace. A crooked smile flashed across his face. “You are so fucking perfect.” He slammed his hips down fast and hard. Once. Twice.Three times, before he crashed over the top of me again and pressed me harder into the floor, lunging forward to lick the sweat off my shoulder.
Corban dug his claws into my hip as he held me to the ground. I didn’t know what was more fucked up: that he had me completely at his mercy, or that every twisted part of me wanted it. When I said I liked it rough, I had only ever dreamed of being dominated this way.
My nails scraped across the ground as I tried to free my arms, to find purchase and bear more of his weight. As he pulled back, I thrust my hips up, slapping my ass into a wall of solid muscle. I didn’t want him separated from me for even a second. Corban grunted as he slammed forward again.
“I am never going to stop fucking you,” he breathed into my ear.
“Please don’t,” I panted back.
My nails dug into the rug as my pleasure crested. He must have sensed it because he shifted, angling his hips so the head of his cock hit me just right, and then I was coming. I let out mangled cry as I squeezed around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Give it to me.”
I fell forward once more, my eyes fluttering open as he started to fuck me harder. When had I closed them? Fuck, I wouldn’t be able to walk straight after this. The pain and bliss lived inside one another. This is what Heaven had to feel like.
I needed to see the ripple of his muscles when he moved. I needed to see how powerful he looked fucking me. Heavy-lidded I looked into the mirror.
An unbridled scream of terror erupted from the pit of my chest.
Corban clamped a hand over my mouth. “Close your eyes. You weren’t supposed to see that.”
In the reflection was a woman splayed out on the ground, her tan skin flushed and her long brown hair wet with sweat. Above her, steadily thrusting between her legs, was a grey-skinned monster with large black horns curling from the top of his head. At his back fanned enormous membraned wings that tensed every time he sheathed himself inside her. The monster pressed his face to the side of the woman’s and grinned. The clawed hand over her face tightened.
I blinked under the pressure of his talons. I craned my head back, my eyes cutting to Corban as far as I could in the position he had me pinned.
A sultry groan escaped his lips, tickling the air beside my face. “Fuck you smell so good when you’re afraid.”
Corban looked like Corban but every thrust he made, so too did the reflection. When he tilted his head back, sliding against that spot I loved for him to touch, so did the monster. And as I shamelessly moaned into his hand as he worked to unspool me, I accepted that the woman in the reflection was me.
The monster was bigger than Corban, his skin taut over even larger muscles than the ones straining beneath his human costume.
When his eyes met mine in the mirror, they were blistering red. His lips parted as his speed increased, flashing long canines with sharp teeth in between. He slid his hand from my mouth to my neck, which he encircled with a fierce grip.
