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I nod.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Ian. I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.”
“I’m clean too. And baby, there are no safe words tonight. You are going to take everything I give you.”
“Yes,” I say eagerly.
He puts the crown of his dick at my entrance and starts to push himself into me. “Fuuuccckkkk, Serena, you’re so wet, baby.” I try to relax my body, but he’s so thick. I whimper. One hand guiding himself into me and the other cupping my face.” Just breathe. I’m almost there.” His thumb brushes my cheek. “Good girl. Take all of me.”
One inch, then another. Once he’s completely inside me, he stays still for a moment so I can adjust to him. Then he slowly pulls out and slams back into me.
I cry out. He’s too big and thick. But the pain turns into pleasure.
“More, I want more,” I beg.
He moves his hands to my waist, pinning me in place, and slams into me. He fucks me hard and deep, and I love it. We lock eyes, and he grips me harder and pushes me up the bed with his deep thrusts.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. It’s not a question.
He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, and the other falls onto the mattress for a deeper angle.
“Holy…Ian, more”
There’s the smirk that makes me want to punch him, but he gives me what I ask.
“Baby, you're going to be so sore that when you walk, your pussy will get wet just from remembering my cock.”
“Is that so?” I challenge.
He picks up the pace. Bringing one of his hands to my clit, he pinches it. I swear I start to see the stars that I was counting earlier.
“Ian.” I say his name.
“Tell me.”
“Ian. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your dick throb deep inside.”
I see the switch as soon as I say the words. With a growl, he grabs both of my legs together and bends me into a ninety-degree angle. His hands move to my hips, and he relentlessly slams into me. One hand holds my legs in place, and the other goes back to my clit and rubs in circles.
“Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets.”
“Ohhh shit…Ian, I’m going to come.”
“Come, Serena, I want to feel your pussy clench around my dick.”
That’s all it takes, and I fall over the edge. The feeling of euphoria consumes my body. I’m still riding out my orgasm when I feel him explode inside me. His dick throbbing as he empties himself there. It’s one of the best feelings I've experienced.
What the fuck, Serena? You’ve never let anyone come inside you,I internally yell at myself.He leans down and kisses me gently as he pulls out of me. I feel the ache between my legs along with his cum dribbling down my thigh, and he groans into my mouth. Pulling away, he looks down and smiles.
This is a dream, and I don’t want to wake up from it. I had no idea what to expect when I returned to the hotel. The tension between us is at a breaking point, and I don’t know how much more I can restrain myself. After I sent Serena and Augustus away, two of my men arrived and helped move the asshole who touched Serena. I always travel with security, and my men do a great job of being inconspicuous. For this trip, they kept their distance, which is where I made the mistake. If anything, they always need to keep an eye on Serena.
One positive thing about having a family connected to the other side of the law is that no matter where you are, you will always find a place for torture. After I texted my cousin, who does business with some locals, we moved the piece of shit into an unmarked vehicle and waited for the location. It didn’t take more than ten minutes to get the information. I then sent Miles a text to erase all footage from the security cameras around us. We drove twenty minutes to the shipyard where everything waswaiting for me. My cousin and his people are efficient with the preparation.
Usually, I take my time and enjoy the torture, but I had my woman to get back to, so I made it as quick as possible, while still savoring the kill. I make sure that the lowlife sees my face. I don’t care who he is and have no interest in finding out. His legs and wrists are tied to the metal chair, with an old rag shoved into his mouth. The man is tall and a bit on the heavyset side, but he looks like a fighter who enjoys picking on people smaller than him.
The thought of how easily he could’ve overpowered her feeds my rage. Feeds my monster. He had the balls to touch what is mine, so now he’s going to lose them. I requested an old handsaw with a rusty blade. I don’t hesitate, and I just get started, placing the saw over his right wrist. I hold the handle tightly, then I start to move the tool back and forth. I hear the moment the rusty blade starts to tear into his skin, then the muscle, and finally the bone. The hand falls to the floor, so I move to his other one.
