A Hurt So Sweet Volume Four - Isabella Starling Page 0,60

making me giggle. "I want to fucking devour you, toy."

"Please," I whisper. "Shhh."

I take his hand and we run down the hallway to our bedroom. His body comes crashing against mine the moment I close the door behind us. His mouth is fast, desperate, as it latches onto mine and steals kiss after kiss from my lips. I remember the news I need to share with him, fighting the smile off my face.

"Dex, wait," I say softly. "Please."

"Why?" he snarls. "I want you naked on the bed. I want to fuck you. Now, toy."

"Wait." I take his hand.

"Why are your hands trembling?" He glares at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I take a deep breath, guiding his palm to rest over my belly. "Just... feel..."

He stares blankly ahead until it hits him. Then, his eyes snap to mine and the smile he can't hide begins to tug his lips upward. "Are you..."

"Yes," I whisper.

As we look deep into one another's eyes, I see the boy I fought so hard. The boy who loved me even when he hated me. Dexter is a man now, but his boyish charm hasn't gone away. And I realize I'll never stop falling in love with him, over and over again.

"You're pregnant," he mutters.

"I am," I smile. "And Dex? It's twins."

He laughs out loud, shaking his head. It's the most genuine moment of happiness I've seen him have. While saving Reign made him feel like a savior, a superhero, this had made him humble, made him feel like a man. And as his eyes lock with mine, I read all that and more in the silent whisper of his lips. They move to the words, and I repeat the same - I love you.

We don't need to say it. We never had to.

The next few things happen so fast I barely get the chance to react. Dexter rips my clothes off and tosses me on the bed like I weigh nothing. I brace myself against the mattress as he climbs on top of me. His smile is devious as he tears my panties off, revealing the round globes of my ass.

"I'm not coming in your pussy tonight, toy," he warns me darkly, and my skin bristles at the possibilities.

Dex cages me beneath his lithe, muscular body. His teeth dig into my skin. He bites, sucks, licks and teases every inch of my skin, and I do my best to fight the moans escaping my lips. But we both know what he's going to escalate to.

Ever since we lost Reign, Dexter has been treating my sadness with pain.

But now that there's nothing to be sad about, I find myself still addicted to the hurt.

The searing slap of his belt against my skin. The whoosh of the whip through the air. My screams, his groans. It's what I need. What I thrive on. And I made Dexter Booth swear he'll never stop giving it to me.

My body shivers in anticipation as he parts my ass and I hear him spit. Drool dribbles down my ass, and I clench, my cheeks turning red as he begins to run the clear liquid into my hole.

"I've neglected your other two holes," Dex mutters. "But we're going to have some fun now. I'm going to make you beg..."

"Yes, Master," I whisper as I feel him pressing his cock against my tight entrance. His firm hand wraps around my ponytail and he yanks my head back, making me look up and at him.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass," he drawls out, the words deliciously dark and ominous.

"Fuck my ass, Master." I lick my lips, crying out as he pushes his tip inside me. "Oh god, Master, please..."

"Beg to be an anal slut," he grunts.

"I want that." I'm rushing to get the words out, tripping over them in an effort to get what I want sooner. "I want to be your anal slut, Master, please..."

"A mouth toy," he growls in my ear. "Just your mouth and ass. You can forget about your cunt while you're pregnant. You're only going to get used this way."

"Master," I cry out in frustration.

He yanks on my hair harder and I cry out, the sound turning into a moan and making him smirk at me.

"Beg me." Dex looks like a dark god of vengeance, and I can't resist any longer. "Beg to be an anal slut... a mouth toy... beg for me to lock up your slutty little pussy."

"Please," I rasp. "Lock me up. Don't touch it."

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