Page 69 of Tormented Diamonds
Run away, Doc. Run while you still can…
And while I’ll still let you.
“That’s a line you can’t uncross,” I warn.
My chest constricts as she presses against me, the blood on my shirt soaking hers. Sliding her fingers around to the back of my neck, she pulls my lips down within a breath of hers. “If I can’t withstand the Devil’s worst, what right do I have to his best?”
My restraint splinters, and I take hold of her throat. “You want to see Hell,wife?”
There’s no hesitation. “Give me your worst,Torch.”
Tossing the gun, I crush her against me and take herto the floor, my hand cradling the back of her head as we hit concrete. There’s no finesse or foreplay, just a carnal, animal-like instinct to dominate and own. I shove her T-shirt up and rip her bra, but when tearing her leggings off stalls at her shoes, I reach behind me for the discarded cleaver.
Becca lifts her head just as the blade falls hard between her feet, and her leggings separate like a tattered ribbon. “Holy shit.”
I don’t know if she’s shocked or impressed, and I don’t care. Popping the button on my pants, I yank the zipper down and shove them down my thighs. “Last chance to run,” I say, taking a vicious grip on my cock, my voice deepening as I stroke. “Once the demons have control, I can’t stop them.”
She spreads her legs, putting her bare cunt on display. “I can.”
There’s a rumbling inside me that approves of the challenge.
Then, the lock on the cage breaks, and we both descend into Hell.
My hand clamps around her throat, while the other one takes a bruising hold behind her knee and shoves her leg toward her chest. Once she’s open and helpless, I slam into her, sinking from crown to root in one vicious thrust.
Her scream echoes off all four walls.
I pull all the way out only to plunge back in even harder. The more out of control I feel, the more brutal I become. I tell myself to stop—that it’s too much and she’ll hate me when it’s over—but I can’t. It’s like the corrupt darkness in me is trying to stain every pure part of her.
It’s still not enough. I want more.
Sin with me. Kill with me. Bleed with me.
I want to fuck her demons…
And watch them fuckme.
Releasing her leg, I move the hand on her throat to the back of her neck and pull her upright. Becca’s stare goes unfocused as I sit on my heels, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still gripping the back of her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Fuck me.”
She stiffens. “What?”
“Isn’t that what you demanded of me, beloved, to fuck you with all my demons? Now, it’s your turn.” I smile darkly. “I’ll even get you started.” Tightening my grip, I lift her off my legs and impale her onto my cock.
Becca throws her head back with a gurgled moan.
Fucking made for me.
“I’ll dominate you on any surface of any room in any building, except this one. In here, you bow to no one. In here, you look the Devil in his eyes, and you fucking command him. Never give anyone power over you, Becca. They’ll take it and fuck inyourblood next.” I start a slow, languid pace of upward thrusts that has her chin flopping forward. Her eyes glaze. She’s on the ledge. All she needs is a push. “Something changed in you tonight. I saw your face when I held that cleaver. You were getting off on it.”
“Yes…”
“That was the momentyourdemons were born. Learn to control them, and they’ll be your deadliest weapon.” I dust my lips against hers. “So, do it. Command them. Fuck the Devil, darling.”
This time, it’s Becca who splinters. One hand grabs a handful of my hair while the other coils around my neck. Then, she uses me as viciously as I used her. Using my shoulders as leverage, she rides my cock to the edge of both our sanities. I try to let her have her moment, but when she grinds her hips at the end of a drop, all my benevolence flies out the window. I meet her efforts with hardupward thrusts, and soon, we’re fucking in perfect, filthy sync.
