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“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good it feels.”

His fingers curl inside me, expertly finding that sweet spot that has me arching off the bed. He removes his fingers just as I’m about to cum and I let out a dissatisfied grumble. He licks my arousal off his fingers, and it only makes my pussy slicker.

He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach, hiking my ass up. When he rubs my clit and plunges his tongue inside me, I moan so loud into the sheets that I think I’ve broken the sound barrier. He sucks on my clit so hard the pain and pleasure mix together into something delicious.

“Cum for me, Elena.”

And I do. I cum so hard that I see stars and I have to bite the comforter to keep myself from sounding ridiculous. Christian pulls away and smacks my ass.

I’ve decided that I love this rough side of him. He leans over and uses his large hand to turn my head so he can shove his tongue down my throat. The arms of his dress shirt are messily pushed up to his elbows and the scars along his wrists and forearms are on full display. I can taste myself on his lips, and I’m so desperate for him to be inside me that I can feel my juices dripping down my legs.

He releases my mouth and looks at the mess between my thighs. “Your pretty pussy iscryingfor me.”

I gasp when he enters me in one easy swoop, effectively stealing the breath from my lungs and any coherent thoughts from my head. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he pauses, our pants the only sound in the room. I wiggle my ass against him to get him to move, and he stops me by roughly pressing his thumb against my tight untouched hole. I let out a sound of protest and pleasure. His cock twitches inside me as he rubs my rosebud like he’s considering fucking me there.

“Beg,” he demands.

“Please,” I immediately respond, my voice raising an octave when he presses his thumb harder into me. I’m on the verge of tears from how bad I want him. “Please fuck me, Christian. I need you.Please.”

The satisfied groan that escapes his throat has me clenching tight around his rock-solid length, and I think I could cum from that sound alone. He leans down and nips at my ear. His smooth voice cuts through the air thick with sexual tension. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m going to send you straight back to heaven.”

“Oh God!” I scream through gritted teeth when he begins to pound into me, his cock hitting my g-spot with each relentless thrust of his hips. He’s fucking me so hard I’m concerned he’s going to cause the bed to go straight through the wall and into the next room over. He seats himself inside me one, two, three more times as hard as he can, and then the world stops spinning, time freezes, and he launches me into the fucking stratosphere. His hips snap against mine so fast that my pussy is making obscene noises as I gush around him and arousal drips down my legs enough to form a pool on the comforter below. My thoughts have been reduced to nothing but his name—Christian.Christian.Christian.

“Oh fuck,” I whine. “Please. Fuck, I need to cum.”

“Not yet,” he growls. He pulls my head back to kiss me again, and his mouth is a complete oxymoron to the abuse he’s inflicting on my pussy. His mouth explores mine slowly, savoring every inch of it. I can still taste the remnants of myself on his tongue and it has me mewling and my pussy clenching around him again. He moans a breathy ‘fuck’ into my mouth, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

It sends me over the edge before I even realize what’s happening, and I cum around his thick cock so hard I can’t breathe. He slows down, grinding himself into me as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm. He roughly flips me over and my entire body freezes.

He’s got a dangerous, fiery look in his eyes.

“Did I fucking give you permission to cum?”

The pure venom dripping from his voice has me trying to skitter away from him on the bed. Pure, icy-cold fear replaces the blood in my veins. “I–I’m sorry,” I blubber out. His hand tightly wraps around my neck, squeezing until my body tenses up. “I’m sorry,” I repeat with my last breath, and then he lets me go. I inhale a mouthful of air so big I’m gagging on the oxygen.

He holds my legs open wide, exposing my still-weeping pussy to him, and his fingers roughly circle my sensitive clit, still pulsating from my orgasm, and he shoves himself inside me again. I scream from the girth of him splitting me open, so deep it’s painful, and he fucks me even harder than he was before, holding my hips still to meet each of his thrusts.

It feels so good and I’m quickly cascading towards another orgasm. I bite the insides of my cheeks so hard my mouth fills with a coppery tang. If I cum again without his permission, he might snap my neck.

So naturally, I almostwantto defy him, to test his patience with me. As my eyes roll back into my head, I feel my pussy start to flutter around him again.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns coldly.

My reaction is completely lacking in self-preservation, and I know I’m going to regret it, but I do it anyways. I sensually bite my bottom lip, make direct eye contact with him above me, and I cum again with an obnoxious moan just to piss him off. He pauses, fully seated inside me, and I feel his cock twitching with the need to cum too, but I know he’s far from done with me.

He laughs with so much malice that I don’t even recognize him. “Fuck, Elena,” he growls. “I hope you weren’t planning on using your legs tomorrow.”

I whimper in equal parts fear and ecstasy, and by the time he’s done with me, he’s fucked me so hard I can feel him in my soul.

CHAPTER 17

THE ANGEL

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Christian’s voice floats into my dream, smooth like honey as his breath fans across my neck. Blush paints my cheeks and I smile to myself, rolling over to rest my head on his chest.

“Good morning,” I whisper back, burying my face into his shirt that still smells like fresh laundry.