Page 9 of Make Me A Sinner
But my tongue has always been a double-edged blade, especially when I’m running on survival mode. "No," I choke out the word, hoping I’d still be alive to finish my sentence. "P...please." The edges of my vision start to go black. "Please, fuck me."
His grip loosens instantly, and he stares at me in disbelief, like I just summoned the demon's demon. I'm starting to think he's in shock, as if he doesn't even understand what’s happening tohim, while the rage in his eyes turns into some kind of insatiable lust.
This is a request he can't refuse. I can tell from the way his body locks up, his veins pulsing with need and anticipation—just like mine.
I keep telling myself I only said it so he won't kill me. But deep down, I know better. I want him the same way he wants me—with a maddening pain that right now seems insatiable.
Without warning, his legs push mine apart, lifting me onto his waist as the knife vanishes somewhere along the way.
I moan at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my nightdress. My core is so damn eager to have him there again that I need him inside of me like I need my next breath. And it's only now that I realize how much I really missed him.
His eyes slowly go from red to pitch black, and I can’t tell if it's a good sign or a bad one because the real Set isn't here yet. But I can clearly see it now—his lust to kill me has turned into a lust to have me.
His hands dig into my ass, trailing a long, painful line down to the backs of my knees, like he's trying to decide where to start with me. And I want him to take his time because I don't think I like it when he makes rushed decisions. A rushed decision right now could get me killed.
I'm suspended in the air only by his crotch. My every breath becomes a painful teasing of my senses, as I feel one of his large palms slipping between my thighs, reminding me just how tiny I am compared to him.
I moan at the feel of him cupping me, and even though I want to believe it's only an act for him—it's not. I'm already dripping, and I can see in his gaze how much he enjoys it the moment he rips my panties away.
Maybe my mouth can lie, but my body never does. I'm so damn wet for him that I'm starting to think I might come without him even being inside me.
His thumb grinds on my clit, the sensationof himspreading through my body like lightning. My head slowly falls back, propping on the pillar behind me because I already know I won't be able to last long against him. But still I need him to do something—anything—to stop the agonizing throb inside my core. And he seems to know exactly where I need him to be. Two of his long digits bury inside me, all the way to the knuckle. I want to cry out from the invasion. So painful, and at the same time so amazing, so welcome.
As if just to spite me, it doesn't take long before he removes them, leaving me so hollow without him. Then he thrusts them back in, deeper, more forcefully. And then he does it again and again until I’m internally begging for his next move. Which doesn't come. He just keeps me waiting, raising his two fingers up in front of him and holding them there to watch my juices drip down his palm. It feels as if he's trying to convince himself I’m not playing a game this time. Like he wants to taste the proof of that, he slips them into his mouth, licking the tips.
Damn, that was so hot.Yet I still need more—more than his cruel teasing.
His fingers slam back into me with the same brutal force as before, and I want him to do it again and again. As if listening in on my thoughts, they fill me completely, my pussy already clenching around them. But he pulls them out again, repeating the same torture of depriving me of him and keeping me empty. This isn't just taunting. This is a lesson. He wants me to understand how badly I've really missed him. How I don’t make sense anymore without him. That's why he brings his fingers to my lips, pressing against them, waiting for me to open my mouth.
I can’t say no to him. My lips part and he brings his digits to my tongue, filling my mouth with the taste of my own arousal, so I know exactly what he's doing to me—whatheis to me.
It’s harder and harder for him to control himself, I can see it in his movements, and even before I realize it, the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoes through the room.
I don't even know when he stripped, but I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my folds. Eager. Slick. Hot.
He thrusts into me with the same sheer force as his fingers. Only this time, he stretches me deeper, that Magic Cross piercing rubbing on my walls all the way in as it finds its rightful place.
God, did I miss him…
He starts thrusting immediately, trying to keep it mechanical, just a physical release. No emotions. No feelings. His goal is only to satisfy his body without letting any other thought get in the way. And I'm eager to receive whatever he gives mefor now.
His hips rock back and forth, bouncing my back off the wooden pillar with every new thrust. It hurts, but somehow, that only makes it better. It's like I need the pain. I need him to punish me, maybe then he’ll get it out of his system. To be honest, I don't think I’d mind if he didn't—for an extra hour or so. At least while we are in bed.
He's rough, almost inconsiderate to the fact that he’s rearranging my intern al organs. And I like it so much that I think I'm already addicted to it. The monstrous side of him is so much more alluring than I ever imagined, and my core is dying for each second spent like this. It’s dying for him to ruin me.
I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I don't care. He feels so big he’ll probably leave internal bruises from how hard he drives himself inside me. I can even hear his teeth grinding as his feet push into the mattress, harder and harder, until he’s all the way to theback of my pussy. He's there, and maybe even further, since I'm starting to feel him hit the pit of my stomach.
I clench my teeth, moaning through the pressure. My breath is panting. My heart is running wild, and I feel the muscles of my core beginning to spasm around him.
I'm so close I can feel my orgasm coiling tight. Just seconds away from coming—and that’s when he stops, my whole world coming to a halt.
I want to scream. I want to fucking scream. He can't stop now. And I don't know any more if it's a part of his punishment, or if he just lost control. Maybe he's even having second thoughts about killing me and not fucking me. But from the look in his eyes, I've pushed him too far this time.
"Don't stop. Set. Don't stop." I call him back to me, willing to let myself be a prisoner of his darkness—even if deep down, I know I deserve something far worse than him pleasing me.
My hips begin to grind, rocking against his cock to lure him, like I’m begging him to ruin me.
His monsters don't stand a chance against me. He might punish me. He might hurt me. But he’ll never kill me. We’re too bound together for that to happen. I can feel it in the way my body responds to him.
