Page 70 of Violent Love: Viktor

When I shattered beneath him, choking on the scream into the pillow, he didn’t stop. He just kept using me.

“That’s it use that asshole to milk me,” he snarled, resuming his earlier pace.

“Please cum in my ass, Master,” I begged.

“Yeah? You want my cum, pet?”

His cock pounded in and out with a vicious stabbing motion.

I felt another orgasm build up and I tightened around him. He chuckled.

“My hot little ass slut. You gonna cum again? Huh?”

I rubbed my clit on the bed and pushed back at his cock, repeating the action.

I couldn’t answer—not with words. I rubbed harder, dragged my clit across the sheets like an animal in heat, and shoved my ass back to meet every savage thrust.

He grunted. Slapped my hip.

“That’s it. Use me right back. Fuck your Master’s cock with that tight little hole.”

I was crying again, face soaked, throat raw from screaming into the pillow. And still, I kept chasing it—grinding and bouncing and sobbing. There was no pride left. No shame. Just heat and pain and him.

“Say it,” he growled.“Say whose ass this is.”

“Yours, Master. It’s yours. Your ass. Your filthy, ruined hole.”

“Damn right,” he snapped, thrusting so deep my legs trembled.

The sound of our bodies—wet, punishing, filthy—echoed off the walls. My mask slid with sweat. My collar felt too tight. I was right on the edge.

“Cum for me again,” he growled.“Show me what kind of an ass slut you really are.”

The orgasm hit hard. Violent. My body seized up, my back arched, and I cried out—choked and raw—as my hole clamped down around him like it never wanted to let go.

“Fuuuck—” he groaned, and then he was coming too.

He shoved deep one last time and let go—hot, thick spurts flooding my asshole, his breath ragged above me.

We stayed like that. Frozen. Connected.

Then I heard him laugh—low, smug.

“You’re such a good little cum dumpster.”

I moaned into the pillow, broken and proud.

Because I was.

Chapter 31

Viktor

I didn’t rush.

She was twitching, a used-up little fucktoy stretched out on the bed. Her body glistened, slick with sweat, smeared with drool and cum. Her thighs were soaked. Her gaping hole leaked everything I’d poured into her.

I watched it drip.