“And next time, when you beg me to fuck you, you better do it without the suicidal thoughts. Because I will fuck you within an inch of your life, but I’ll always drag you back. You can’t escape me. Not even death’s cold clutches will rip you from my hold.” He tightens his grip around my throat and my hips rock with the motion of my hand, rutting against his cock as ferociously as I can, crazed because of his words and insane because of his body. “You made a deal with a devil, hero, and now you live in my hell.”
