Page 25 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

Her eyes follow my gesture to the massive mirror mounted above the bed, reflecting our bodies in perfect detail. She sees everything—her body splayed out before mine, skin flushed, pussy glistening with arousal.

“Just look at us,” I growl, running my hands up her thighs as we both stare up at our reflection. “Look how fucking perfect we are together.”

Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror as I position my cock at her entrance, not pushing in yet.

“Like a fucking work of art,” I continue, sliding the head of my dick up to circle her swollen clit. “Like one of your paintings come to life. The contrast, the tension, the raw fucking desire.”

I rub the sensitive head of my cock over her clit again and again, watching her face in the mirror. Each slow circle makes her gasp and arch, her body responding to my touch so beautifully.

“Knox,” she moans, her eyes fluttering between closing in pleasure and opening to watch us in the mirror.

“Keep watching,” I demand. “See how gorgeous you are when you’re desperate for my cock? How does everything about you beg for me even when you insist on denying what your body aches for?”

I press harder against her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking up to meet me. The sight of us reflected above—her writhing beneath me as I tease her mercilessly—is better than any fantasy I’ve had about her. And I’ve had plenty.

I position myself at her entrance again, the head of my cock barely pressing against her soaking wet pussy. She lifts her hips, trying to take me in, but I pull back with a dark chuckle.

“Not yet, princess. I need to hear you say it first.”

“Say what?” she gasps, frustration lacing her words.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “I need you to beg me to fill this tight little pussy. To flood you with my cum. To breed you.”

Her eyes widen in the mirror above us, pupils dilating further with arousal despite her shock.

“I’m not going to?—”

I circle her clit with the tip of my cock, and her sentence dissolves into a moan.

“Yes, you are,” I counter. “You’re going to beg me to breed you, Bianca. To pump you so full of my cum that there’s no questioning who owns you. I want you so full of my cum that this pretty pussy weeps it in delicious trails down your thighs with every step you take.”

She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches on nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Look at how wet you are at the thought,” I taunt, gathering her arousal on my fingers and bringing them to her lips. “Taste how much your body wants my seed.”

She licks my fingers clean without hesitation, moaning at her own taste.

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” I demand again, rubbing my cock through her folds. “Tell me you want to be filled with my cum, to feel it dripping out of you for days. Tell me you want to carry my child.”

“Knox, please,” she whimpers.

“Please what?” I press the head of my cock inside her entrance, then pull back. “Say it. Beg for it.”

Her resistance crumbles as I tease her mercilessly. “Please, Knox. Fill me. Breed me. I need your cum inside me.”

Her words trigger my animalistic side. A dark, possessive facet that I’ve been fighting to contain since the moment I met her.

“Fucking say that again,” I growl, my cock throbbing painfully at her surrender.

“Breed me, Knox,” she whispers. “Please...”

That’s it. I fucking snap.

“Watch us in the mirror,” I command, gripping the spreader bar. “Don’t you dare look away. I want you to see exactly what you do to me.”

Her eyes widen as she stares up at the mirror, and I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock stretching her slightly.

“Watch me claim what’s mine.”

With a primal roar, I slam inside her to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The sensation is fucking electric—her tight cunt enveloping me so perfectly I see stars. She screams, her back arching off the bed as much as the spreader bar will allow, but her eyes stay fixed on our reflection as ordered.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Made for my cock. Made to take my cum.”

I pull back, watching her face in the mirror as she feels every inch of me dragging against her walls, then drive back in hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as I set a punishing pace, my hips slamming against hers.

“Look at you,” I growl, my gaze alternating between her face and where our bodies join. “Your pretty little pussy sucking me in like it’s fucking dying of thirst and the only goddamn thing that will save it is my cum.”

She moans, her hands clenching.

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” I snarl, gripping her hips tighter. “Making me chase you when we both knew you’d end up here—spread open on my cock, begging to be bred.”

Her pussy clenches me at my words, openly declaring just how much my filth turns her on.

“That’s it,” I praise darkly. “Squeeze my cock. Force out every drop of cum from me. Show me how badly you want to be filled.”

I continue thrusting into Bianca’s tight pussy, watching her face contort. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.

“Harder,” she suddenly demands, her voice rough from my earlier assault on her throat. “Fuck me harder, Knox. Make me come on your dick.”

The filth spilling from her perfect lips nearly makes me lose control right then. “Look at you, finding your voice,” I growl, increasing my pace. “Such a dirty fucking mouth on you.”

“You—love— it,” she gasps, her nails digging into her palms as she strains against the spreader bar. “Pound me harder. I want to feel you for days.”

I grip the bar, using it as leverage to drive into her with punishing force. My other hand finds her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“Give in to me,” I demand, twisting her nipple harder as I slam into her. “You know you want to. Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Her back arches as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.

“That’s it,” I growl, hitting that same spot repeatedly. “When you come, I’m going to fill this tight pussy so fucking full. Going to pump you full of my cum, breed you properly.”

“Knox, I’m—I’m close,” she whimpers, her walls fluttering around my cock.

“Come for me,” I command, pinching both nipples now as I maintain my brutal pace. “Come now, or I’ll stop.”

Her walls clamp down on my cock, and she tenses beneath me. Then it happens—her orgasm hits with such force that a guttural scream tears from her throat as hot liquid gushes around my cock, soaking both of us.

“Fuck—you’re squirting,” I growl, my rhythm faltering as the sensation of her cunt pulsing around me has me on the edge. “Holy shit, princess.”

The sight of her coming undone—watching her body shake before me, feeling her sweet pussy squeeze me while she drenches my cock—decimates my self-control. Nothing has ever felt this good. No one has ever responded to me like this.

“Goddamn, I love the way you shatter for me, only for me. Mine, Bianca. Say it. Say you are mine,” I growl, slamming into her harder, chasing my own release. Her pussy keeps pulsing, milking my cock as I pound into her.

My balls tighten as fire races up my spine. “Take my cum now,” I grunt, driving deep and erupting inside her, painting her walls with thick ropes of my release.

“Fuck,” I groan, continuing to thrust through my orgasm, making sure I pump every last drop into her. “Your pussy has fucking ruined me, Bianca. Nothing—nothing will ever compare to this.”

I collapse on top of her, buried inside her pussy, my cock twitching with aftershocks. “No other cunt will ever feel like yours,” I whisper harshly against her ear. “The way you take me, the way you squeeze me dry. Fucking perfect. Best I’ve ever had.”

I grab her jaw, forcing her to look into my eyes. “This pussy belongs to me now. You understand? It’s mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to make squirt whenever I want.”

“Yes,” she breathes against my ear. “God, Knox, I’m yours.”

Her surrender hits me like a fucking freight train. After all the chasing, all the resistance, all the games—she’s finally admitted what we both knew from the start. She’s mine.

I stare down at her, at those eyes swimming with desire, at the way her lips part with each desperate breath. The way she looks at me—like I’m everything she has ever wanted, even though I’m the last thing she should have—awakens feelings I’ve never known.

Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

This was supposed to be a conquest. Another notch. Another woman to bend to my will, to use and discard when I get bored. That was the plan. That’s always the plan.

But as I look at her now, feeling her tremble beneath me, watching her surrender everything she is, I know I’m fucked.

She has her claws in me. Deep. So fucking deep I can feel them wrapped around my heart, squeezing until I can barely breathe.

The control I thought I had—it was an illusion. Somewhere along the way, I actually believed my own bullshit and now... I might have her tied down, might be buried deep inside her, but she’s the one who’s captured part of me that I never intended to give.

“Knox?” Her voice breaks through my thoughts, concerned yet thick with desire. “What’s wrong?”

Wrong? Everything. Nothing. I don’t fucking know anymore.

I press my forehead against her masked forehead, suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that I’m not the predator here. Not really. We’ve been claiming each other from the start, and somehow, she’s managed to capture parts of me I didn’t even know were up for grabs.