Page 60 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)
I reach the heavy double doors and shove them open, the space beyond opening up into a cavernous hall.
It’s a long corridor with rust-stained prison tables: round, and bolted to the ground with metal stools welded in place.
On either side are two levels worth of prison cells, every one equally dark and menacing.
A staircase rises up at the far end, twisted and crooked.
I’m running out of places to run, so I weave in and out of the broken tables and aim for the stairs.
I hit them hard, struggling to maintain my speed since my legs are already shaking from the effort. My lungs burn, but I push through the ache and try to ignore my exhaustion.
The unmistakable sound of boots hitting the bottom step behind me echoes through the facility, and a jolt of adrenaline shoots through me. I yelp, stumbling forward, forcing myself to take the steps two at a time.
He’s so damn fast. I never stood a chance.
I squeal as I reach the top, sounding far too much like a rabbit caught by a wolf, before darting left.
I don’t have time to think, I just move. I run straight into the nearest cell and spin around to throw the door shut behind me. The gate groans, the rusted metal screaming in protest as I force it into place. Just as the heavy steel crashes against the frame, Dominic rounds the corner.
His hands wrap around the bars, his muscles flexing, that sinister smirk spreading across his face.
Shit . I just trapped myself in a prison cell .
My chest heaves as I try to breathe, the scent of dust and damp earth thick in the air. My back hits the far wall of the empty cell. There’s nowhere to go. No escape.
Naturally, Dominic looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat.
“Not your best decision, little lamb,” he points out helpfully, his voice rich with amusement.
I narrow my eyes, trying to hide how hard I’m shaking. “If you come in here, I’ll scream.”
His expression darkens. “I hope you do.”
In one fluid motion, he yanks the cell door open, rust flaking and metal shrieking. And just like that… there is nothing standing in between me and the monster that is Dominic.
He steps inside the confined space, and just like I promised I would, I scream.
Even though I know it’s pointless, I still try to run. I dart to the left, as fast as I can, but his arm lashes out, catching me around the waist like a trap springing shut.
My fists rain down on his bare chest, but he isn’t phased in the slightest. He hooks one foot behind mine, pulling my feet out from under me.
We crash to the concrete, his hand shooting up to cradle the back of my skull before it can crack against the ground. I cry out, struggling, desperate to get out from under him before he drops his full weight on me.
He overpowers me like it’s nothing, his strength as terrifying as it is intoxicating. My wrists are pinned above my head on the cold floor. His other hand slips between my knees just as his hips force my thighs apart.
I try. I really do. I buck and twist, clawing for freedom, but he spreads me with ease, then shoves himself between my legs. I cry out, and he captures the sound with his mouth.
His tongue sweeps against my lips, seeking access, and I press closer to bite him. His hisses, jerking back, a maniacal grin stretching across his face.
Still holding my wrists captive above my head, he reaches down with his other hand and begins pulling his belt free. When he brings the strap of leather up to my hands, I begin to struggle again.
A low, menacing laugh echoes around us as he easily subdues me with his body. He hikes a leg, pinning my hips down. His body dwarfs mine, rendering me completely helpless.
“Let me go!” I shout, writhing beneath him, trying to twist out from under his hold. It’s futile, of course, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.
“No.”
That single word, it shoots straight to my clit. Maybe it's my favourite, too.
The harder I fight, and the weaker I feel—the more desperately I want him to fuck me. My pussy is swollen and dripping wet, and all I want is for him to shift his focus down between my thighs.
Instead, he pulls my wrists between us and secures them with his belt. I whimper, pulling at my restraints, but he knows what he’s doing and the only thing I get out of trying to slip free is pain from the bite of the leather digging into my skin.
“Please let me go,” I plead, my voice shaky as he leans back just enough to shove his pants down past his hips. “I don’t want this.”
He grabs the leather binding my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above my head again, while his other hand fists his cock and aims it where I need it most.
“Is that so?” he asks, his voice rough.
When his hand dips between my thighs, I moan at the contact. His rough fingers stroke my swollen pussy, every part of him that touches me is now drenched in my unmistakable arousal.
“Then why are you soaking wet for me? Why is your pussy practically begging for my cock?”
My face burns, and I turn my head to the side and squeeze my eyes shut.
The hand that was pinning my hands above my head drops to grip my face, forcing me to meet the intensity of his gaze.
“Don’t you dare fucking hide from me,” he demands.
He lifts his hand to his mouth, his fingers soaked with my arousal, and sucks them between his lips. When the taste of me fills his mouth, his pupils blow wide as lust slams into him and threatens to destroy the hold he has on his self control.
“I fucking love this, and so do you, and you’re going to embrace who you are and what you need.” His hand lowers to grip the base of his cock.
I’m drowning in lust as he lines the flushed head of his dick with the aching entrance of my pussy, his dark eyes locked on mine. “ You can scream, and you can beg, but if anyone hears you and tries to come to your rescue, I will fucking kill them. Then I’ll fuck you in a pool of their blood.”
His threat makes me moan like his words are an aphrodisiac. I should be ashamed of the way his violence turns me on, but the fact that he would commit atrocities just to stay inside of me… it makes my entire body ache for him.
“Wait,” I whisper, trembling beneath him.
He tilts his head, dragging the heavy crown of his cock along the seam of my pussy, from the dripping entrance up to my throbbing clit and back again. He’s patient while he waits for me to speak.
“Make me,” I whisper to him in the dark.
His eyes narrow. “Make you what, little lamb?”
“Make me be quiet.”
He takes a deep breath, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “It would be my fucking pleasure.”
His hand lifts, fingers pressing into my mouth, his middle and ring finger sliding deep across my tongue until I gag around them.
He presses down, holding steady until my throat relaxes for him.
I moan, white-hot pleasure flooding my entire body like he just gave me a shot of heroin for the first time and I’ll be chasing this high forever. His fingers invade my mouth, his hand effectively silencing me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, the words vibrating through his chest. “So good… and so fucking mine. ”
Then, without warning, he slams inside of me.
I scream around his fingers, the sound muffled and choked. He strokes the back of my tongue with his fingertips, coaxing my body to surrender while his cock splits me open in the most delicious, devastating way.
His face is twisted in pleasure, his lips parted slightly as he fights to regulate every breath while he fucks me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moans, the sound so incredibly sexy.
Dominic is every fantasy I’ve ever had made flesh. All muscle and menace, his sun-kissed skin covered in intricate black tattoos. He may have a body that’s built to kill, to fuck, and to conquer… but it’s what I find in his eyes that makes me want to be ruined by him.
He’s the embodiment of obsession, of twisted devotion. And I know without a doubt, if someone walked into this cell to try and stop him from taking me, Dominic would tear them apart with his bare hands.
I ache to touch him, to hold his face in my palms, but my wrists are still bound, the leather biting into my skin.
He hooks one arm under my thigh and pushes my knee up toward my shoulder, deepening the angle. Stars burst along the edges of my vision as he bottoms out inside of me, drawing a ragged moan from my throat.
All I can do is take what he’s giving me, my tongue pinned down by his fingers as he silences my voice. I moan around the gag that is his hand, the only sound I’m capable of making right now .
He drinks in my pleasure, fucking me with deep strokes that have me desperate for more. Every stroke is building that spiraling, frantic tension inside of me. He fucks like a god, and it ruins me every single time.
I’m writhing beneath him, dangling near the edge of climax, begging with every jolt of my hips. He feels my pussy clench, and my body tense.
The arm that pinned my leg up now slides between us, his fingers circling my clit with ruthless precision that sends me crashing right over the edge I was reaching for.
I come with a scream, the sound raw and strangled around his fingers. My vision blacks out for a moment, my whole body convulsing as I shatter beneath him, my pussy pulsing so hard it tries to force him out.
He doesn’t stop fucking me through the mind-shattering bliss until his entire body tenses and he buries himself so deep inside of me that the head of his cock presses flush against my cervix.
I moan at the feel of him spilling his release inside of me, his cock pulsing as he empties himself, coating my cervix in liquid heat. I come again, barely finished the first wave, my breath locking inside of me from the intensity.
I think I black out for a moment.
When I come back to myself, his cock is still buried inside me. He finally pulls his fingers from my mouth, and his lips fall to mine in a kiss so deep and reverent it makes my clit throb again with the threat of a third orgasm .