Page 70 of Cursed
“No,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her throat.
I apply enough pressure to make her eyes widen, to make her pulse throb against my palm. Her breathing grows shallow as I tighten my grip. The power is intoxicating—her life literally in my hands as I fuck into her relentlessly.
“You don’t want me to stop,” I say, watching her pupils blow wider. “You’re just as twisted as I am, Sadie. That’s why we fit so perfectly.”
Her nails dig into my forearms, but she doesn’t try to remove my hand from her throat. Instead, her inner walls clench around my cock.
“I saw you watching my video,” I continue, loosening my grip enough to let her catch her breath. “You slammed that laptopshut the moment I started to unbuckle my belt. Not because you were disgusted—though I’m sure part of you was.”
I lean closer as I thrust deeper. “You were jealous. Seeing me with another woman made you crazy. You couldn’t bear to watch me touch someone else the way I touch you.”
Her eyes flash, and I know I’ve struck a chord. The truth of it is written across her face.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I challenge. “Tell me you didn’t imagine yourself in her place, my knife carving into your skin instead of hers.”
Sadie moans at that, making me sure she’s even more perfect than I had ever imagined. So perfect for me.
My girl.
The sound of her moans vibrates against my palm where it rests on her throat. A moment of clarity hits me as I realize this isn’t just lust anymore. She’s exactly what I’ve been searching for—someone as broken and twisted as I am.
“There it is,” I whisper. “The truth.”
I slow my thrusts, dragging my cock almost completely out before sliding back in. The need to savor this moment—the moment she stops pretending to be normal.
“You’re not so innocent, little butterfly,” I tell her, watching emotions war across her face. “You’ve been drawn to my darkness from the beginning. You crave it.” I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers as I continue to move inside her.
“I knew it the moment I saw you,” I confess. “You hide it well behind careful words and stoic expressions, but you’re just like me.”
She licks her lips, holding my gaze as if in a challenge.
“Don’t hide from me. Not anymore. I see you, Sadie. All of you.”
Her breath catches, eyes widening at the honesty in my voice. For a moment, the monster in me retreats, leaving an almost tenderness in its place.
My girl.
Finally mine.
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SADIE
Ican’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel as Landon’s body drives into mine relentlessly. My mind swims between consciousness and oblivion as my body shakes with yet another orgasm, my third—or fourth? I’ve lost count.
“Please,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. My throat is raw from screaming his name. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growls, hips snapping against mine. “You’re my perfect girl, and you can give me all of you, can’t you, butterfly?”
My legs tremble, muscles spasming as aftershocks ripple through me. Every nerve ending feels hypersensitive to the point of pain. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as pleasure borders on the unbearable.
“Landon, fuck,” I moan, clawing weakly against his chest. My strength is gone, sapped by the multiple climaxes that he’s ripped from my body. I’ve never been so boneless before, dragged into heaven by a demon like Landon. It feels like my mind has left my body. “I’m not sure I can take more.”
He catches my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as he continues his relentless pace. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide.
“Be a good girl for me and take it,” he says. “I can’t fucking stop, Sadie. Fuck, you drive me so damn insane. Your cunt is too fucking perfect.”
The intensity in his gaze terrifies me. This isn’t the same man from the Hunt. Before me is a monster. My body responds even as my mind screams for relief, another orgasm building despite my exhaustion.
