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I want this man more than I need oxygen to breathe.
“Don’t tempt me to twist your fucking nipples because I will do it in front of everyone here… Penelope.”
Penelope, Penelope … That name has such a nice ring to it. Nice enough to taint. Nice enough to corrupt.
They know something I don’t. And I’ll find out what exactly it is. Even if it costs me my fucking soul.
“Better run as fast as you can, Pen, because if I catch you, there’s going to be hell to pay!”
“You should see how nasty I can get if you don’t let me go right now.”
Four of them, at least, an ampallang through the glans and a ring below in the frenum, one barbell through the shaft, and a ring through the pubic. Jesus.
“Your tongue belongs to me now. And I will fuck it how I see fit.”
“Penelope. Is. Mine.”
There is only one thing I can ever get addicted to. Vicious little whorish girls I can bend and degrade.
call me if something happens, and I’ll come out with my tits swinging!”
They get a hazing filled with obscenity, filth, and body fluids. Just like any of our gatherings.
“Good girls don’t get what they want,” he groans, pushing down on my chin until my lips part. “Bad girls get what they deserve.”
“Fuck yeah, run little whore, run as fast as you can!”
The look on Felix’s face is savage. “Mine.”
“You look so fucking pretty when you cry.”
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want. Because you’re mine now, and I will do whatever the fuck I want with what’s mine.”
“Have you ever seen something burn so brightly that it set your fucking soul on fire?”
“Burn for me.”
A girl like this, with a mouth like this … She’s a rare find.
“I will never fucking have enough.”
“I don’t just want to mess with her.”
“I want to get in her fucking head. Invade her fucking mind. Break her from the inside out.”
But I can hear her breathe heavier and heavier with every passing second. The sound is like a drug to me. God, I’m a sucker for a chase.
She tastes like chocolate, rich, mouth-watering, the kind that makes me want to sink in deep.
Hate me, love me, I don’t fucking care, I’m getting what’s mine.
“Don’t pray to God when you’re being licked by the devil himself.”
“Every hole—every orifice—is mine to use and fuck.”
Her lips taste of lemongrass tequila and rainbow Skittles, sour, sweet, bitter, fresh, all wrapped into one tasty package that I can’t get enough of as I claim her mouth.
no one touches what’s mine.”
“I would’ve killed him for you.”
The thrill of the chase has left me in a frenzy, and without the ability to quench that thirst.
There was only a single thing I feared at that moment … My own exhilaration.
His every groan sets my body on fire.
His hand rises to grab a strand of my hair. “You’re wondering what trophy I’d take from you, aren’t you?” My lips part, but I don’t know what to say, so he leans in to whisper, “I’d take the one thing you wouldn’t ever give to me freely … Your heart.”
But good God, does this pussy feel like fucking heaven.
“Oh, don’t worry, little slut, I’ll fuck up the entire world for a pussy like this.”
But fuck, once wasn’t enough. I need more. So much fucking more.
“God, you rile me up like nothing else,” I groan against her skin.
her taste is so fucking addictive, I can’t get enough.
Felix groans along with me. “You’re a sick little twisted bitch, aren’t you?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes inside slowly, then pulls out. “Just…” THRUST. “Fucking…” THRUST. “Perfect.”
She squeals with delight as we alternate licks with thrusts, driving her mad.
And God, I can barely keep it together as Alistair licks me like he’s never had anything tastier in his life.
Felix howls and buries himself inside my throat, grasping my hair as he shoves me over the edge so far I see stars.
“You look …” “Nice?” she fills in for me. “Appetizing.”
But what really undoes me are his words. “Ride my face like you own it.”
I’m addicted. Addicted to her needy sounds. Addicted to the way she looks when she mewls with delight. Addicted to the very taste of her. With every waking thought, I’m consumed by this fucking girl … and I don’t fucking understand why. But I don’t care anymore. All I crave is this fucking pussy, rubbing all over my mouth and nose.
But Felix’s eyes scare me most of all. Possessive. Greedy. An all-consuming stare that could bore a hole into my chest and rip out my heart while it’s still beating.
“Seems you two have got some marital problems,” Kayla jests. “He’d wish he could put a ring on this finger,” I retort.
Rain pitter-patters down onto her face, mixing with her tears and running mascara, making a hauntingly beautiful sight.
