Page 60 of True Bastard
The low growl in my chest tightened its grip, a predatory pulse thrumming beneath my ribs, as my fingers locked onto the soft cotton of her shirt. With a savage tug, the fabric tore, revealing the shadowed valley between her breasts, barely veiled by the whispered fragility of lace. My tongue traced the molten path, a searing brand, before my teeth sank into the yielding material, a hunger I couldn’t contain, until a gasp, sharp and broken, tore from her lips.
Her breath rushed from her lungs in ragged pants, a frantic, desperate sound as her body, a traitorous thing, coiled and writhed against mine. Even in her struggle, a raw, animalistic surrender was evident. My fingers, a cruel caress, sank into thesilken depths of her hair, yanking her head back, stretching the delicate curve of her neck taut. Another choked gasp tore from her throat, a sound that bled into a low, involuntary moan as her defiance fractured and I saw the wildfire ignite in her eyes, the dangerous flicker of something far from revulsion.
My fingers, seeking purchase, snagged the delicate, almost fragile lace of her bra. A raw, guttural yank tore through the hushed symphony of the crowded room—a sound of surrender and defiance that echoed in the sudden, startled silence. Her breasts, freed from their confinement, surged forth, taut and alive. The dark tips, like embers in the low light, stood proud, unyielding against my touch. I cupped one, the heat radiating through my palm, and squeezed, a possessive, almost desperate grip. Her sharp intake of breath, a small, involuntary gasp, was my cue. My thumb, a relentless explorer, began to circle the peak, a deliberate act of provocation, just to witness the exquisite tightening, the primal response that flared under my control.
“Mine,” I rasped, the word a low rumble that vibrated in my chest, a promise laced with the possessiveness I knew clawed at her disdain. My gaze, dark and heavy, raked over her, igniting a heat that mirrored the tremor in my own gut. “And I’m going to peel back every layer, Kitten, until you feel the very marrow of that truth in your bones. You’ll understand what it means to be owned.”
She fought like a cornered cat, claws raking at the air, a furious hiss escaping her lips. But her strength was a flicker against the inferno that consumed me. With a roar that tore from my chest, I seized her, a whirlwind of muscle and bone, and flung her against the unforgiving wood of the table. The sharp crack of impact echoed in the sudden hush, a visceral punctuation to her defiance.
She writhed, a trapped bird struggling against my grip, her body a taut, vibrating line of resistance. I felt the frantic pulse beneath my hand, the desperate rhythm of her heart hammering against my own. Then, with a deliberate, gut-twisting pressure, I drove my thigh between hers, a deliberate claiming that locked her hips to the unyielding surface.
“Get the fuck off me!” Her words ripped from her throat, raw and ragged, a desperate shriek that scraped against the silence. Her nails, sharp as splintered glass, gouged grooves into the scarred wood of the tabletop, a frantic testament to her fight for escape. But the raw power of her command fractured when I saw the violent flush that climbed her neck like a branding iron, followed by the desperate, involuntary clench of her thighs, a silent battle waged beneath the surface of her defiance.
My laughter, a guttural tremor that clawed its way from the depths of me, vibrated not just against her skin, but into it, a promise of what was to come. As I lowered my head, my jaw locked, and my teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn’t merely a bite; it was a claiming, a declaration of ownership, an affirmation to the world that she was mine. A strangled cry escaped her, but the desperate arch of her body—a surrender that drove her closer—drowned it out as I devoured her. My tongue traced the raw, stinging imprint, a slow, deliberate caress that promised more, before I bit again, a savage tug that elicited a choked whimper, her hips grinding a frantic rhythm against my thigh, a silent plea I answered with triumphant hunger.
“You crave it,” I rasped, the words thick with a shared darkness, a confession whispered against her ear. “The exquisite agony of pain. Just as I do.”
My free hand, slick with sweat, traced a scorching path down her trembling form, the rough leather of my belt rasping against my palm. The familiar weight of steel met my fingertips. A flick, a sharp snick that cut through the tense air, and my blade wasborn, a glinting promise. With one hand, I pressed her down, while the whisper of metal against denim held her still. I guided the edge with chilling precision, a slow, deliberate drag that sliced through the material with ease, revealing her silky-smooth skin beneath.
Dropping my knife, I slid my fingers between her folds and groaned. Leaning over her, my breath hot and mocking, I whispered in her ear, “You’re soaked, Kitten. I can feel your cream coating my fingers.”
She drew a ragged, gasping breath, a deep shiver taking hold of her, a shudder that revealed something wild and exposed. Her features distorted, revealing a war of unbridled fury, intense shame, and the same hungry ache I understood. As I plunged my finger deep into the very heart of her wet core, her body bowed, a testament to a need that clawed at her very soul.
“No,” she breathed, a whisper choked by something raw and primal as my fingers plunged deeper, a silent violation that stole her breath. Her eyes rolled back, pupils dilating into dark pools, and a silent scream tore from her throat as her hips arched, an involuntary offering. My thumb descended, finding her clit and then began a relentless, punishing rhythm. I squeezed, flicked, and ground her against my touch until her body convulsed, a desperate dance of pain and desire. A gasp ripped through her as she desperately pushed back, consumed by her own hunger that warred against her instinct to resist.
“Claim me. Let every Bastard here know that you crave me,” I commanded, my gaze locking onto hers. “Tell my brothers you ache for my cock to fill your desperate, hungry cunt.”
“Fuck you,” she spat, a tremor vibrating through her as her hips arched, a silent confession of the storm brewing within. The hint of rebellion in her eyes, like a spark in a raging fire, only fueled the deep hunger within me, an intense, undeniable desire that consumed me.
She was my perfect kitten, fighting, never yielding, her body my battlefield, that I would claim inch by inch. I smirked, pulling my hand away, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing, the emptiness dragging a needy whine from her throat. The sound was music to my ears. Leaning over her once more, I whispered, “Oh, I plan to.”
My palm cracked against her ass hard, the sound echoing like a whip through the room as I glanced up to see my brothers, all of them watching on in rapt attention. No one moved, not even the whores, as I claimed what was rightfully mine.
She cried out as her hips jerked back toward me, seeking more.
I slapped her again, harder, watching her skin redden under my hand, welts rising against her perfectly creamy ass. As each hit landed, I watched her body shudder, tears forming in her eyes as a glistening sheen developed between her thighs. Despite her attempts to suppress them, I still heard her moans—they were raw and filled with desperation, and I hated how correct I was, how the burning sensation aroused her further, making her even more eager.
“Please,” she gasped, her voice weak, as she pushed back, craving my next slap, arching like she was begging for it. I delivered it, then another, and another, harder each time, until I watched her submit, her body going lax as she drifted off into subspace.
My hand closed around a thick lock of her hair and wrenched her head back, her body arching in a silent protest as her wide, tear-filled eyes finally met mine. The sight was a potent elixir, a dark, intoxicating brew that filled my chest with a glacial, absolute triumph.
A rough, pleased exhalation rumbled from my chest.
“No, Kitten,” I breathed, my words a silken whip. “I want you fully aware when I fuck you into submission.”
I fumbled with my belt; the clink of my buckle rattled within the quiet room. My zipper rasped down, and then my cock was free, hard, thick, throbbing, veins standing out like ropes under my skin. I crudely stroked myself, displaying the pre-cum collecting at the tip, and then spreading it over the head with my thumb in a deliberate circular motion.
I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the blunt head, moving it up and down her slick folds until she started whimpering, her hips twitching despite the pain in her ass. I dipped just the tip in, feeling her walls flutter, then pulled back, repeating the tease until she was sobbing with frustration.
“Tell them,” I commanded, my voice a cold whip. “Tell my brothers that you belong to me. Tell them you accept my claim.”
“I’m yours.”
It was barely a whisper, but I heard it, and I knew my brothers heard it too, and with a triumphant growl, I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, filling her completely, forcing her open to the limit. My woman cried out, her back arching as I buried myself to the hilt, my balls slapping against her clit with a wet smack. I felt her cunt clamp around me, tight and hot, spasming incessantly, refusing to let me go.
I didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back only to drive in again, deeper, harder, setting a punishing pace that rocked the table against the floor. Each thrust was a claim, a reminder of my power, my obsession, the cold satisfaction of breaking her down. My free hand gripped her hip and held her in place as I pounded into her like a man possessed, my hips snapping with brutal force. “You are mine!” I grunted, my breath ragged against her neck as I leaned over her, caging her completely. “There is no Kyllian anymore without Firestride. We are one. You are mine, and I am yours. Forever.”
She bit her lip to stifle the moans, her body clenching around me with every plunge as she pushed back to meet my thrustseven as tears streamed down her face. When I released her hair, her nails raked down my thighs, clawing at my jeans, but it only spurred me on. My hips snapped faster, grinding against her clit with every brutal thrust. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and pinching it hard until she screamed, making her pussy tighten around me like a vise.
