Page 34 of Blood and Thorns (Twisted Ever After #1)

Arabella

I felt like I was about to be eaten, my fear edged with arousal as I was chased through the penthouse towards the studio, never taking my attention off Sebastian as he stalked closer. He was a great shadow, his expression dark as he watched me with those soulless eyes.

He stopped at the door, his presence electric as he hooked his hands on the frame and leaned forward. My pulse raced, and I found my hands slick with sweat.

Your punishment’s not finished.

Being edged for an entire car ride was not on my bingo card this year. Was it torture? Yes. Did I have the biggest orgasm of my entire life? Also yes. Even now I could feel his phantom fingers, expertly touching me as if he knew all my secrets.

My eyes dipped to where his erection pressed against his trousers. I should hate it. Hate him. But no, my traitorous pussy ached at the sight.

The dance of whether he was going to cross the final barrier and take me kept me on the edge, that he’d finally take away my will. Dominate me. And I found I craved it. It was his choice not to fuck me, to wait until I was begging for it.

Ever there he had power over me, and some twisted part was enjoying our little dance. It was… exciting. Being so close to a man who saw the world as nothing but a toy.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded, my body reacting to the huskiness of his tone.

My skin tightened, my nipples pebbled, and need pulsed low in my belly. Even the air between us hummed, the weight of it like anticipation seconds before a storm.

Sebastian’s head tilted, his long hair brushing over his shoulder as he took a single step closer. “Don’t make me ask again.”

This was a warning, not a seduction as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, the sensual movement of it setting fire to my arousal. I stood frozen, my brain and body at war. I shouldn’t want this, and yet I couldn’t look away as more of his skin was revealed.

He really was beautiful, even with his scars.

“For someone who chose this,” he growled, closing the distance until I was forced to tip my head back, “you’re fighting me every step of the way. So let me remind you of your place.”

His hand cupped my throat, thumb brushing against my pulse while his other hand ripped at my dress, the fabric tearing with little effort.

“You’re mine to fuck.” His head dipped closer, lips impossibly close. “Mine to own.”

“No,” I managed to push out.

Sebastian smiled, the expression savage. “Shall we take a visit to dear old dad instead?”

I bit at his hand, using my entire weight to shove him away.

I would’ve made more progress with hitting a brick wall.

His fingers tightened, taking away my oxygen and forcing me up onto my toes.

I scratched at him, fighting him off as he watched me as if I were insignificant. As nothing more than a plaything.

As quickly as he’d threatened to take my life, he released me. I took in a startled breath, and as I did a sharp pain landed on my butt. I shrieked, the skin burning before his fingers dipped between my legs from behind.

“Such a whore for me,” he murmured, finding me already embarrassingly slick. “Just a needy hole.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, finding myself widening my legs further.

Sebastian leaned forward. “Now that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

I groaned at the loss when he stepped back, removing the rest of his clothes until we were both naked. “What if I say no?”

“You won’t,” he said, clearly confident. He began to walk around me, my skin heating in anticipation. “You may have made me the villain inside your head, but in reality…” Sebastian reached for some paint, smearing it straight onto my stomach. “You want to be fucked by the big bad Beast.”

Another smear of paint, his fingers harsh and firm. Reminding me he was the one with the power, and all I could do was bend to his will.

“Tu es mon ?uvre d’art préférée,” he whispered, his large hand kneading my entire breast before he moved around my back. His heavy cock nudged me from behind, and I stilled, waiting for him to cross that final line.

But he didn’t, and I found myself sagging forward when he stepped back. Sebastian passed me, grabbing one of the large canvases and tossing it on the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he pinned me to the spot, and then with a crooked finger called me forward.

I moved as if my body was possessed, forced into the intensity that was his orbit. A man of pure temptation and sin.

“What am I about to do, Arabella?” he asked, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.

My voice didn’t sound like my own. “You’re going to fuck me.” It was way too husky, throaty.

“And you’re going to fucking take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” He lowered us both until my back hit the cool canvas.

I nodded just as I felt his thick cock begin to spread my pussy. Reaching for my wrists, he pinned them above my head, then made me spread my legs almost painfully to accommodate his body.

He moved forward, pressing against my entrance and brushing across my clit in a tease that had me panting. I tried to angle my hips, needing him inside me. His fingers pinched my nipple, the sharp pain immediately soothed when he rubbed it with his thumb.

“Please,” I whispered, my body charged with need. “Sebast?—”

He didn’t give me a warning, his hips pressing forward in one violent thrust that stole the air from my lungs. Paint squelched beneath me, but all I could concentrate on were his exhales that brushed across my cheek, and his grunt that sounded like ecstasy.

“Your greedy cunt is so wet.” He pulled back, only to thrust deeper, harder as I struggled to stretch to his size. “You’re going to let me use this hole just like I used your throat, aren’t you belle ?”

He only gave me a moment before he began to move, my body buzzing like a live wire. Rocking up to meet each of his thrusts even as he had me pinned beneath me.

My thighs trembled against the onslaught, Sebastian’s thrusts rough, as if he couldn’t reach deep enough. I revelled in the stretch, heightening the pleasure he was dragging from me even if I was grateful he’d prepped me for so long in the car.

It made me feel weightless, like my mind was floating as he took away my power. I could quiet the worry and chaos inside my brain, able to concentrate only on his demands of my body.

It was euphoric.

“Fuck,” he groaned, releasing my wrists, only to tilt my hips up for a different angle, his body covering mine. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

His hand encircled my throat, keeping me pinned to the canvas while my eyes blurred with tears from taking him so deep.

Fuck.

“Presque là.” His thrusts came faster, his words coming out in a husky growl. “Tu es fait pour moi.”

Sensation rippled across my skin, overwhelming, electric, and still, he kept pushing. His fingers pinching and then caressing as he pounded into me.

I couldn’t fight the orgasm that tore through me so violently I shook, my body rippling with the intensity even as Sebastian kept going, his thrusts turning animalistic. Stretching me beyond what I was used to and reaching places I didn’t even know existed.

Sebastia n

I didn’t give her time to adapt to my size, wanting her to feel me for fucking days, even weeks once I was finally done. She was fucking perfect, her cunt squeezing me so tightly as she orgasmed with a scream.

For someone who fought me, she came so easily.

Her face was fixed with desire, lips parted as she pressed her head back, exposing her pale throat. I bit down on her shoulder, wanting to mark her anywhere. Everywhere. She still wore my choker, the contrast of her skin against the darkness of my possession enough to make me crazy. Obsessed.

Arabella’s cries became louder, tears leaking from her eyes as she struggled to take the last few inches. “Please, it’s too much.”

“You’ll take it,” I whispered, purposely overstimulating her just so I could break her apart. I pushed past her muscles until I could sink every fucking inch of me inside her, her entire body shaking beneath me.

I let out a groan, and Arabella shifted her hips, taking me even deeper.

Fuck. She really was made for me.

The canvas scraped against the floor, pushed by my movements as I fucked her with harsh strokes. Hooking her legs over my hips, I reached down and pressed against her throat, keeping her in place so I could go harder, faster.

She whimpered, but the more I choked her, the wetter she became.

Arabella reached up to grip me, nails digging into my arm to anchor herself against my thrusts. I waited for a violent response, to want to push her off and hurt her for touching me. But I found I didn’t mind, enjoying the slight pain as she shattered around my cock once again.

She really was a receptive little thing, her body coated in the most beautiful smears of paint and sweat. Her thighs and pussy glistening with her cum.

She watched me through her lashes, and my eyes clashed with hers as I fucked her until she was nothing but a malleable mess. Rutting into her like an animal, smearing her cum and paint across the canvas like my greatest masterpiece.

My own orgasm tingled my lower spine, and before I came, I sat back on my heels, pulling Arabella up so I could force her to take my cum as deep as possible. My entire body tensed, my cock pulsating as I filled her with a grunt.

Arabella sagged against me, her head resting against my shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath.

It took me a moment to calm my own pulse, my cock still twitching inside her.

I expected rage at her touch, perhaps even panic.

But instead, I wrapped my arm around her back and stood, glancing down at the paint that had transferred onto the canvas.

I’d never fucked without a condom, but with her that would never be an option. Her body was mine to use as I saw fit, without a barrier. I knew she had the implant, her medical records the first thing I asked for when she gave herself over to me. I knew she was clean. Healthy. Mine .

Arabella was sated in my arms, a ragdoll as I reluctantly placed her down. My cum decorated her thighs, and I immediately scooped it up with my fingers, only to press it back inside. She was the perfect distraction, taking all my anger without flinching.

This woman was quickly becoming my very own dangerous addiction, and now that I’d had a taste, I didn’t know if I’d ever want to let go.