Page 48 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)
When he slides two fingers inside of me, my hips buck with the intensity of the pleasure that slams into me.
He curls his fingers, rubbing something inside of me that has stars dancing across my vision. “Oh, God... Dominic,” I beg, moaning with every drag of his fingers against my g-spot.
Just when I feel myself teetering towards the edge, his fingers withdraw, and he pulls away from my body. He rises to his feet and licks his lips, his sinful mouth glistening from my wetness.
I whimper, the sound soft and broken.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he commands, his eyes dark and full of lust. “I’ll be right back.”
I almost curse at him as he steps away, my head falling back against the table in frustration. A moment later, I hear water running. Then I hear the sound of splashing, and turn my head to watch as Dominic douses Boris in a bucket of frigid water, jolting him awake with a startled shout.
“I don’t want you to miss the best part.” Dominic pulls his blade free again, bringing it to the inside of Boris’ thigh.
“Just a small, precise incision,” he says, cutting a hole in Boris’ grey dress pants before ripping the material back to expose his inner thigh. “You can bleed out slow for me, and watch while I make Wren come over and over again. ”
He sinks the blade half an inch into the thick muscle of Boris’s inner thigh. The scream that erupts from him is guttural.
Boris thrashes in the chair, the legs banging against the floor as he tries to free himself. Dominic laughs, tapping the man’s cheek until he settles down. “You don’t get to die fast. You get to suffer while I fuck her.”
A shiver runs through me, and my thighs clench together at his words. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but I remember Dom’s orders, and stop myself before it’s too late.
Dominic works the blade slowly, dragging it with surgical precision. When he pulls it free, blood begins to pulse from the wound, each small spurt timed to Boris’s erratic heartbeat.
“Let’s see how long your heart can fight with a small nick in your femoral artery.”
Dominic returns to me, setting the blood-soaked dagger down next to my hip. I can’t tear my gaze from his face, but he is watching Boris as he unbuckles his belt and slides it free. “If you look away from her, I’ll stop what I’m doing and flay you alive.”
My heart is racing. I’m laid out on this table like a sacrifice, and he’s slowly removing his pants, pleasure etched into his face as he watches Boris bleed like it’s foreplay.
Boris was going to rape and kill me.
Now he gets to watch me come, instead of watching me die.
When Dominic’s cock springs free, I reach for it without thinking. He’s hard as steel, flushed and throbbing in my hands like a man that has been on the edge of release for hours .
I guide the broad tip to my soaked pussy, and he exhales sharply, his eyes dropping to watch.
I lift my hips and rub myself with the head of his cock, coating him in my arousal. He hisses as I tease the entrance of my pussy, before sliding up and swirling around my clit. I moan, moving my hips slowly.
He’s breathing heavy, his eyes heavy-lidded as he glances between me and Boris. Then, our restrained audience jerks in his chair and begins to sob. Dominic’s entire body tenses, his face twisting as pleasure hits him hard.
Impatient, he grabs the base of his dick and lines himself up. When he drags his eyes to mine, I see the unbridled lust crashing through him. He thrusts forward in one harsh stroke, burying the full length of his cock inside me with a desperate sound.
A cry of pure bliss falls from my lips and I shatter instantly around his cock, the blinding pleasure making colour dance behind my eyelids. Dominic fucks me through the orgasm, his relentless thrusts both sensual and punishing.
My pussy is pulsating, and my body trembling, as the pleasure completely consumes me. For a moment, I forget what pain even feels like. All I feel is the rush of euphoria as it pulls me under.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, his eyes locked on mine, full of the darkest obsession imaginable.
His fingers drop to my clit, rubbing steady, merciless circles. I wordlessly beg for mercy with frantic gasps and breathy moans, writhing in an attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations.
His dark laugh glides across my senses like silk, but his fingers don’t stop. He times his stroking movements with the hard driving of his hips between my thighs. “Give me more, little lamb.”
His hand grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. His pupils are blown wide, his lips parted, face softened by his pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so hot and wet around my cock,” he groans. “Come again for me, baby, come while he suffers and bleeds to death.”
His pace turns feverish, his fingers moving in harsh, uneven strokes that have me shattering all over again at his command.
He forces the orgasm from my body, and I scream as white-hot pleasure shoots through me like a bolt of lightning ripping down my spine.
It feels so good and hits so hard that I can’t breathe through it. The pleasure is more than my body can take.
I writhe, and beg, and moan, and cry—broken wide open by his ownership of my body, in the life-altering transformation that is the way Dominic loves me.
When I finally start to come down, I’m shaking all over, a sheen of sweat over every inch of my skin. His thrusts slow, his face twisted in ecstasy as he fights to keep himself from his own release.
I gasp as he plunges deep, holding himself inside of me, and I squirm at the feeling of the head of his cock pressed right up against my cervix. I’m whimpering as he lifts his eyes, turning his attention back to Boris .
“Look at you,” Dominic narrows his gaze, his voice threaded with hatred. “Crying and shaking like a little bitch, bleeding out like the messy fucker you are.” Dominic draws back until he nearly slides out of me, then slams back in. “Dying in agony because you touched what belongs to me.”
Dominic leans forward, his massive body towering over me as he plants both of his palms down on either side of my body, still deep inside of me.
A violent shiver runs through my body, and my inner muscles tighten around his thick cock.
He stares down at me, his eyes softening, as strands of his sweat-slicked black hair fall over his eyes. He’s looking at me like I’m everything, like he would burn the world down for me, and rebuild something just for us in the ashes.
“I want you to see what I’ve done for you, Wren. What I’ll always fucking do for you.”
He slides his cock out of me, and the sudden emptiness makes me whimper.
He wraps his arms around my waist, lifts me gently off the table, and sets me on my feet. Then, he turns me to face our captive audience, and bends me forward over the table.
I gasp as my palms smack against the solid surface, cool beneath my fingers, my eyes sweeping up to lock with the eyes of the man that wanted to kill me.
He’s drenched in blood, his chest heaving unevenly as he breathes raggedly. His eyes are glossy, bloodshot and unfocused, but still he stares right at us .
Dominic’s fist tangles in my hair, pulling back just enough to support my head so that I hold Boris’s gaze with mine. My lips part, a breathy groan escaping as Dominic fists his cock behind me.
I whimper as I feel the head of his dick press in, then cry out as he enters me again with one hard thrust.
“I want you to watch him die while you come for me,” he groans, his voice gravelly from the intensity of his raw lust.
He fucks me roughly, slamming into me and drawing ragged moans from my parted lips.
“You belong to a psychopath. I’ll kill every motherfucker that touches what’s mine.”
My ass bounces as he drives into me mercilessly, stroking my pussy with every brutal thrust. My body is shaking as I feel another orgasm rushing toward me, and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.
“He’s going to die, Wren, and you’re going to come.”
This is more than sex, and more than murder. This is a ritualistic claiming, a branding I’ll never heal from. This is a baptism in blood and sin.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.