Page 36 of The Enslaved Duet

Searing pain erupted through my core. It felt as if someone had ripped out the seams inside my body, and I fractured from the pain of it.

My virginity was gone. Crushed under Lord Thornton’s expensive heel just as he’d foretold.

I sobbed against the cold floor, my tears pooling hot and slick under my cheek. He was still inside me for one blessed minute, my flesh protesting around his girth and clamped tighter than a shaking fist around his length. I could feel his heavy breath, the low rumble in his throat as he slid out, paused, and then pushed back inside. My whole body shuddered at the alien feeling.

I wondered dazedly if this was the point when prey gave up to their predator, when they first drew blood with talons or teeth or cock and it seemed senseless to fight anymore.

Vaguely, I was aware of Alexander’s harsh breath in my ear, the rough glide of him in and out of my torn pussy.

“I won’t have you lie there like a broken doll so you can convince yourself that you don’t love the feel of me inside you,” Alexander gritted out before hauling me to my knees and then tipping my hips back against his own as he thrust.

I gasped, my head falling back onto his shoulder as one of his hands arrowed down to my clit and pinched it between his knuckles. In this position, the head of his dick pressed against something inside me, nudging and nudging untilclick. Something flared to life inside me, a heat that burned low and slow through my entire body.

“That’s it,” he said, sinking his teeth hard into the junction of my neck and shoulder, twisting his fingers over my clit, fucking me so hard it hurt. “Take your Master’s cock.”

God, but it hurt. It hurt like an aching muscle being painfully worked with strong fingers, an edge of pleasure to the pain that made my scalp prickle and my spine bow.

“I am the only one who will ever touch you,” he growled into my sweat dampened nape as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “I am the only one who will ever hurt you.”

His hands met at my breasts to ruthlessly twist my nipples. “Can you hear how wet you are around my thick cock? Sink into the pain,topolina, and you will find all the pleasure I have to give you.”

I stuttered over my breath, my hips tipping farther to accommodate his girth between my legs. The mad slap of flesh rang out through the empty chamber, but the wet suck of my pussy grasping at his cock was more intimate. It was impossible not to agree with his ownership of me when he was deep within my body, cradled by the most intimate parts of my flesh.

The pain was transforming in my breasts, burning from a flash flare to a low-grade smolder that sent smoky tendrils of lust curling down my spine over my hips and into my sex.

I didn’t understand the strange alchemy, how pain could evolve from plain hurt into golden desire. It set my teeth on edge even more than the sensation of being shackled to the floor like a dog.

“Bring your mind back to me,” Alexander demanded, sucking deeply at the skin on the other side of my neck and punctuating it with firm biting kisses. “I am fuckingyou. Cosima Ruth Lombardi, loving sister, beloved daughter, and burgeoning model.”

It felt as if he was reading my tombstone. The finality to his tone, to his words and the red evidence of the death of my innocence between my thighs where he churned and claimed were impossible to negate. I felt razed to the ground, the fire of my fight long extinguished by the wind so I lay as dust and ash on the floor, so easily conquerable I wasn’t even worth the effort to conquer anymore.

But still, it wasn’t enough for Master Alexander.

He gripped my chin, tilting it toward his mouth so he could claim mine. I moaned around his silky tongue as he plundered my mouth in tandem with his cock in my pussy. I could smell his cedar scent, his masculine musk, and the unique tang of our mingled sex. I could feel the roughness of his suit jacket against my back, his light stubble abrading my chin and cheeks as he kissed my breath away.

There was nothing to think or feel but him.

Nothing to be but his.

“Now, you’re going to come for me, and it’s going to hurt while you do it.”

I was close enough to see the cold triumph in his eyes, the steam of passion as it collided with the heat of his constant fury.

I wanted to know why he was so furious with me, why he had to treat me so, but there was no voice in my sore throat and my thoughts were too diaphanous to grasp.

I felt as if I was losing myself to the intoxicating contrast of pain and pleasure, as if my very skin and bones had turned into an impossible oxymoron of sensation. Where were my ferocity and my independence?

His hand found the place we were joined, his fingers parting over the girth of his shaft as it tunneled inside me, his thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over my clit.

And suddenly, I could feel my spine.

It arched back into his thrusts, strong against his opposing momentum so that he hit harder at the knot of sensation deep inside me.

I could feel the ferocity unfurl in my belly, heat coiling and colliding into something so big it made my womb ache.

“That’s it,” Alexander ground out as he pounded into me, every component of his body playing mine ruthlessly.

Not just for his enjoyment now, but for my own.