Page 69 of Violent Love: Viktor

“Beg again.”

“Please, Master. Please let me cum. I need it—I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

He stilled. I whimpered. My whole body was slick and shaking.

“Then beg with your hole,” he said, gripping my hips and fucking into me again—hard, fast, brutal.

“Show me how much you need it.”

He gripped my hips tighter, grinding deep instead of thrusting. Keeping me impaled. Stuffed full. His cock throbbed inside me, twitching like it owned the pain.

“You begged so sweet, but I think you can do better,” he murmured, leaning over me, breath hot against my ear.“Say it.”

“Say what?” I whimpered, already broken, already undone.

“That you’re a filthy, useless little pet with a cunt that’s worthless—but an asshole that was made to be used.”

Tears burned down my cheeks. My body trembled. But I said it.

“I’m a filthy, useless little pet. My cunt’s worthless. My asshole was made for you, Master.”

“Mmm,” he groaned, dragging his cock out halfway before driving it back in, slow and punishing.“Now that’s a good girl.”

He kept the pace agonising—deep, slow, stretching every second. I sobbed into the pillow, broken down to nothing but need.

“Louder,” he growled.“I want the everyone to hear you cry for it.”

He pulled back again, slower this time, until I could feel the sting of being emptied—and then slammed home with a grunt.

“Say it again.”

“I’m your filthy pet,” I gasped.“I don’t need a cunt. I need your cock in my ass. Please, Master. Use me.”

The slap landed sharp across my thigh, but his cock didn’t stop moving. He fucked me harder now, deeper. My body jolted with every thrust, his hips slapping against me, wet and unforgiving.

“You don’t get to cum,” he snarled,“until you cry for me.”

I was already crying. I was already soaked. My clit throbbed with every bounce of the bed. But he wasn’t done. His hand slipped under me again, just two fingers—circling, teasing, then stopping. Never enough.

“Beg.”

“Please, Master. Please use me harder. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. Just don’t stop.”

“Not good enough.”

“Please break me,” I sobbed.“Fuck me until I forget my name. I don’t want anything but this. Just you. Just this.”

He slammed deep. Stayed buried.

“That’s more like it,” he rasped.“You ready to cum, my ruined little pet?”

“Yes,” I breathed, trembling.

“Then take it.”

He fucked me through it—hard, brutal, no mercy. Again and again his hips slammed down on me. Thrusts so deep that I couldn't catch my breath.