Page 109 of Veil of Obsession
She trembles beneath me, her nails scraping against the marble as she braces herself, trying to take everything I give her. I fuck her with my fingers, slow and punishing, my palm slick with her arousal.
“You’re filthy,” I whisper, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “You betrayed me, yet here you are, soaking my hand. Desperate for more.”
A choked moan leaves her throat, her body arching against me, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
“You like this, don’t you?” I press my thumb against her clit, circling, teasing. “Being used like this. Knowing I’m pissed at you, still thinking about all the ways I should punish you.”
She gasps, her breath hitching, her body trembling on the edge.
I drag my tongue along her neck, my fingers never stopping, never slowing. “Come for me, baby. Show me just how much you love being ruined.”
Her body tightens around my fingers, a strangled moan slipping from her lips as she shatters beneath me. She trembles,gasping, her legs barely holding her up as I work her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Good girl.”
She shudders, her breath stuttering, her body still pulsing around my fingers. I pull them free—slow, teasing—and bring them to my lips, tasting her as she watches over her shoulder, dazed, wrecked, and so fucking beautiful like this.
I grip her hips, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I position myself behind her. My cock presses against her entrance, hard and aching, slick with her release.
“You want this?” I growl, my chest heaving as I hold back, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice desperate, pleading. “Please.”
That’s all I need. I thrust into her in one deep, punishing stroke, burying myself to hilt. A sharp, breathless cry tears from her, her fingers scrambling against the marble floor as I fill her completely.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head dropping forward, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
She’s tight, scorching hot, her walls gripping me like she was made for this, for me. I pull back and slam into her again, setting a brutal pace, my body coiling with hers with each relentless thrust. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the empty house, filthy and raw, mixing with her moans and my ragged breaths.
She arches, pressing back against me, taking everything I give her. My hands roam over her body—claiming, worshiping—until my thumbs brush against the small dimples on her lower back.
I freeze for a second, my breath catching. I didn’t know she had them. Something about that realization makes my stomach tighten, something dark and possessive curling inside me.
Mine.
With a growl, I press my thumbs into those dimples, holding her in place as I fuck her harder, deeper. Her cries turn into screams, her body shaking, sweat slicking our skin as we lose ourselves in each other.
“You feel that?” I rasp against her spine, my hands gripping her tighter. “This is what you do to me. This is what you fucking make me.”
She whimpers, her walls squeezing around me. Close, so fucking close. I lean over her, my chest pressing to her back, my lips at her ear.
“Come for me again,” I demand, my voice rough and desperate. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her body tightens around me, her moans breaking into shattered cries as she comes undone, clenching down so tightly I nearly lose myself right then and there. I grip her hips, holding her still as she rides out her climax, her body trembling beneath me.
She collapses forward, her forehead pressing to the floor, her body boneless and wrecked.
But I’m not close to finishing. I thrust into her again, chasing my own release, my grip bruising and possessive. She whimpers, oversensitive, but still taking it. Still giving me everything.
“Look at you,” I whisper, my voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “So fucking perfect like this. Taking everything, I give you.”
She moans, her fingers curling against the cold marble as I slam into her deeper, harder. I bury myself deep, my release tearing through me like a wildfire as I spill inside her, groaning into her skin. I hold her there, filling her with every last drop.
When I finally pull out, my breath ragged, I watch with sick satisfaction as my cum leaks out of her, slick and dripping down her fucking thighs.
She’s still catching her breath when I straighten, adjusting my clothes, forcing my mask back into place. The moment crashes over me like a fucking tidal wave, and suddenly, I can’t be here.
I yank my wrist from her grip, my voice coming out colder than I mean it to. “Had you been honest with me, I could’ve done a hell of a lot more than just hide you.”
