Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,79

my juices, he squeezes my throat, cutting off my air supply. I can’t suppress the animalistic noises climbing up my throat, trying to escape. My pussy feels raw and used, but a part of me doesn’t want him to stop. He can’t stop.

He thrusts so hard inside of me, it sends a burst of color exploding behind my eyelids. The pain blooming from his rough hold, the smears of blood covering my flesh. The blood that is mine and his and someone else’s all mixed together does something to me. It tugs at this dark need inside of me. This dark need for pain and pleasure. This dark need for destruction. My pussy clamps around his cock, pleasure rolling down my spine in violent waves.

“I’m going to break you, Tesoro. Fill you up with my seed and watch you fall apart. All because I can,” he growls possessively in my ear. His grip tightens, causing black dots to dance across my vision and when I least expect it, he lets go of my neck, and I scream out in pain as his palm sails across my butt cheek with a thwack. The pain is blinding and euphoric. He does it again and again and again until my ass is raw and on fire, tears leaking down my cheeks.

It hurts.

Like an explosion of fire on my backside.

The pain is almost unbearable that’s how heavy his hand is, and that’s how sore I am. But the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s pounding into me, hitting that spot deep inside of me, it’s all too much. My sex is dipping with arousal, and when his thumb toys with the other hole, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. It’s all too much.

When he dips his finger inside my asshole, heat spirals through my body, and I choke on it. On the potency. Of its own accord, my body tries to push out the intrusion, but he slides his finger inside deeper, all the while he fucks my pussy. He pumps into both of my holes, his gaze burning into me, watching my reflection with rapt attention.

“Please, Saint,” I beg around a moan.

“Please what?” he teases, twisting that finger in my asshole. It burns, the pressure, but doubled with the way he’s ruthlessly fucking my pussy, I can’t ignore the way my body is craving more. Everything feels hot and so full, like I’m at capacity. He’s everywhere all at once. With each thrust of his hips, I can feel the pressure of his finger simultaneously rubbing against my wall.

“Stop,” I groan. “It’s too much.”

He chuckles, pumping both his hips and finger harder and faster now. My eyes roll into the back of my head, consumed by the sting of pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine. This pussy is mine. This is ass is mine. I will fuck it whenever and however I please,” he grits in my ear.

His words are my undoing. I come around his cock and his finger with a scream. My throat feels raw, and I can’t stop the tears from falling. He follows, soon after, chasing his release until he’s coming inside of me, coating my womb with his seed. Warmth fills me up.

He pulls out of my pussy, dipping the tip of his cock into my ass, depositing some of his seed there too. Both of my holes seep with his cum, warming me.

I collapse into a heap of exhaustion, and Saint catches me. He carries me over to his bed and sets me down. My chest wracks with a barely contained sob, working overtime to accommodate my heavy breathing, and when I feel cool sheets at my back, I lose the battle with my fatigue, and succumb to darkness.

I wake up sometime later feeling disoriented. Blinking the haze of sleep away, I startle when I spot Saint sitting in an ottoman across from the bed. He’s showered, dressed in another pristine suit. He looks so handsome and well put together it takes my breath away.

“How long was I asleep?” I ask, voice raspy.

“The whole night.”

I glance toward the window, my eyes widening when I realize the sun rays are now pouring into the bedroom. Shifting back to look at him, my breath catches when I realize he’s been watching me, a blank expression on his face.

“How long have you been sitting here, watching me?”

His mouth quirks ever so slightly. “Long enough.”

Fear and anticipation grip my chest. I think back to the night before, memories of keys