Page 39 of Bared Betrayal

“Then thank me for the beautiful marks on your ass,” I rasp as I pull my cock out, stroking it a few times to alleviate the throbbing.

“Thank you, sir,” she pants, and I drag the tip of my cock up and down her ass.

God, her obedience is exquisite. It’s not forced or practiced. It’s not a textbook display of submission. For her, it’s as natural as breathing, like it’s written in her blood. In all my years playing out my filthiest, dirtiest desires, I’ve never experienced someone like her. I’ve never had someone’s moans and pleas entrance me like sweet music, flowing through my veins and igniting a passion I can’t control.

I nudge my cock at her entrance. “Say it again.”

“Gabriel, please.”

“Say it—” I slip the head inside her, clenching my jaw as I hold on to restraint “—again.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.” I flex forward and impale her pussy with one stroke, pushing in so fucking deep she cries out, throwing her head back. She’s so slick and tight around my cock, I start jackhammering into her with a force that screeches the couch across the floor. “He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”

She shakes her head, and I yank at her hair, pulling her up, her lips parted as frantic breaths leave her mouth. She’s fucking mindless with pleasure.

“Say it,” I growl.

“He doesn’t…” She swallows, and I jab into her, lifting her feet off the fucking ground.

“Say it!”

“Your son doesn’t fuck me like you do, sir.” Her words are broken pieces of pleasure, her body jerking as I fuck her madly. Her wetness coats my balls as I slam into her one frenzied thrust at a time.

“Come for me, baby girl.” I slap her ass hard with my palm before snaking my arm around her waist, finding her clit, rubbing that nub of nerves with a relentless rhythm.

She screams, her body shuddering in pleasure as her orgasm detonates, and she reaches behind her, weaving her fingers through my hair as she tries to pull me closer.

I come with a violent force, my cock jerking as I spill my load inside her tight walls. She’s moving her hips, meeting my thrusts, and the ecstasy is indescribable as our bodies dance in lust.

I collapse against her, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair, the rich amber patchouli fragrance she wears, and the dizzying scent of us. It’s fucking delicious.

I look down at her ass and trace a gentle finger along a red and angry welt. “Tell me your story, beautiful, broken doll. Why do you need this?”

There’s a moment of aching silence before the weight of her answer crushes me.

“Because I deserve it.”

The rebuttal sticks in my throat. “Why?”

She thinks she deserves the pain, and I get off on inflicting it. She comes to life under my hands. I have never felt more alive than when I crack the whip and absorb her pain into my veins. This thing between us is so strong that it is practically a presence in the room.

“Why do you need it?” she murmurs. “The control?”

I lean back, dragging my fingers down her elegant spine. “Because I promised myself that I’ll never again feel like I don’t have control.”

She glances at me from over her shoulder. “Again?”

My throat goes dry, and I swallow. “The day I lost Sebastian and his mother was the last day I felt like I didn’t control my own life.”

There’s a sting of regret that cuts through my chest. It’s a memory I’ve buried in the farthest corner of my mind, and that’s where it should stay because if I let it out, it would ruin me. Especially now.

“This is so fucked-up, Gabriel,” she whispers.“What do we do now?”

I press a kiss against her head, pinching my eyes closed as our connection soars. “We stop.”

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