Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
The last thread of my control snaps. It's so good here, being inside my fiancé. Inside all of her, with her here with me, too.
This is the happy ending to our dark, fucked up fairytale.
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose the pale column of her throat. I bite down—not gently—marking her, claiming her.
She cries out, a sound caught between pain and pleasure that reverberates through my entire body.
"Is this what you want?" I growl against her skin. "You want it rough, Anna? You want me to fucking ruin you?"
Giving over to the darkness relaxes every muscle in my body, and makes my cock even stiffer.
"Yes," she gasps, legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my back. "Make me feel it, Domhn. Make me remember who I belong to."
She needs it as much as me. My perfect dark sunrise.
I pull out abruptly, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flip her around so she's bent over the counter. Her cheek presses against the cool granite, her ass a perfect temptation before me.
I bring my hand down hard across one pale globe. The sharp crack echoes in the kitchen, followed by her broken moan.
"Again," she pleads, pushing back against me.
I spank her again, harder, watching the pink handprint bloom on her skin. My cock throbs painfully, but I hold off, delivering two more sharp slaps until her ass is flushed and hot to the touch.
Only then do I position myself at her entrance and drive back in with one brutal thrust. She keens, back arching as I set a punishing pace, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other still tangled in her hair.
"Look at you," I pant, watching her take every punishing inch. "So perfect. Taking everything I give you."
She moans, her fingers clawing at the smooth countertop. "More," she gasps. "I need—"
I yank her head back further, leaning over her, my chest pressed to her back as I growl in her ear. I can hear her racing heartbeat through her back, and I close my eyes. I'm connected to her center—this goddess creature who's given me back my life.
"What do you need, love?" I growl. "Tell me."
"You," she whimpers, voice breaking. "All of you. Don't hide from me."
Something shifts in my chest, a door opening to the darkest parts of me—the monster I've tried to keep leashed, even with Mads.
The sadist who craves pain like oxygen. She accepts him. Allows him in.
She consents.
A heady rush makes me almost dizzy. My cock throbs inside her as I slip my free hand around to her throat, applying gentle pressure.
"Like this?" I whisper, feeling her pulse race under my palm.
"Yes," she breathes, eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders completely.
I tighten my grip slightly, just enough to restrict her breath, not cut it off. Her cunt clenches around me—tighter, hotter. I pound into her, a primal rhythm that drives us both higher.
"Look at me," I command, easing the pressure on her throat so she can turn her head.
Her eyes meet mine, glazed with pleasure but utterly present.
This is Anna, fully here, taking everything I'm giving her without disappearing. The realization sends a surge of possessive pride through me.
"My perfect girl," I murmur, something softer threading through the hunger. I release her hair to stroke her cheek, a moment of tenderness amidst the storm. "So beautiful and strong."
Tears spill from the corners of her eyes, but her smile is radiant. "I love you," she whispers. "All of you. The light and the dark."
The words unlock something in me—a desperate, savage need to claim her, mark her, make her irrevocably mine.
I thrust harder, deeper, my hand returning to her throat as I chase our pleasure.
Her walls begin to flutter around me. "I'm close," she gasps.
"Wait," I command, slowing my pace to torturous, shallow thrusts. "Not yet."
Now that she's given me power in this play, I won't give it up easily. She's hidden things from me. All I ask for is control, and it's time to reestablish it. I'll show her how good it can be when she gives it up to me.
She whimpers, frustration and need transforming her features. "Please, Domhn."
"Soon, love." I ease my grip on her throat, trailing my fingers down between her breasts, over her stomach, to where we're joined.
I find her clit, swollen and slick, and circle it with my thumb. "You'll come only when I say you can."
I draw it out, edging her closer. Then I back off.
Again and again until she's sobbing, begging incoherently, her entire body trembling beneath me.
That's right, love.
"No more secrets," I growl.
She nods. "No more secrets. Please, Domhn. Oh god, please!"
I mean to teach a lesson.
Only when I'm certain she can't take anymore do I relent. I press down on her clit, thrusting deep and hard.
"Now," I growl. "Come for me now, Anna."