Chapter 168
Chapter 168
Magnus Hale
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He moans loudly, his body arching. I feel him empty himself deep inside my throat, and my instinct is to spit, but I can’t; he hasn’t pulled out yet. Only after a few seconds, when he pulls away, do I gag and cough desperately, white drops trickling from the corner of my mouth.
“Swallow,” he orders with a perverse smile.
I spit some out, but I swallow the rest unintentionally, the involuntary reflex burning my throat. The cloying taste makes me nauseous. I feel the disgust run through every cell.
“Enough… My voice comes out failing, almost pleading. “Adrian, please… enough…”
He leans down to me, his black eyes flashing. He runs his hand over my wet cheek, soiled with tears and saliva.
“You have no idea how much I love hearing my name come out of that delicious mouth, my love.” He lightly kisses the corner of my swollen lips. “I love it so much.”
I stare at him with hate and exhaustion, but I can barely speak.
“You bastard…”
He smiles, tilts his head, and the response comes softly, almost tenderly.
“I’m sorry… but I’ve waited so long for this moment that I can’t stop. I want to feel you for real.”
My stomach sinks as if I were plummeting off a cliff. I shook my head, desperate, feeling the handcuffs hurting my wrists even more.
“Please… Adrian.” My voice came out choked, trembling. “Please, don’t do this… please. You can have anyone you want, anyone at all… just not
- me. Not me… please.”
Begging.
The word tasted like poison in my mouth, but the desperation was greater than the pride.
I didn’t care if I looked weak.
I just wanted him to stop.
He ignored every plea. The macabre smile never left his face as he turned me onto my stomach, dragging my body against the mattress as if 1 were a piece of meat about to be devoured.
My legs shook, but I couldn’t resist.
“No! Don’t do this, goddamn it!” I screamed, trying to struggle.
The weight of his body kept me pinned down. His lips touched my back–rst with slow kisses, then with brutal bites, tearing the skin in small, stinging pains. His hot tongue followed immediately after, licking, sucking and leaving marks in every space.
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“Relax, love…” He moaned, his hot breath against the back of my neck, “Your beautiful little ass is crusting me to it to wood work by
“You son of a bitch!” A snarl was the only defense I had left, I’m not…”
But the words died when he pushed back in, deep, and tore a loud, involuntary, shameful grown from me,
The next movement was brutal, without compassion. He thrust in and out with force, accelerating more and more until the mattress credet
under our bodies. The sound echoed through the cell like a cruel reminder of my helplessness.
“Finally…” His voice mixed with sickly moans. “Finally, I’m inside you. Now it’s real. Now you’re mine, Forever misk
His tongue slid across the back of my neck, hot and repulsive. The moist kies spread across my skin while his arms wrapped around me from behind, keeping me pinned to the pitiless rhythm.
I couldn’t hold back the sounds. Each thrust hit that goddamn spot inside me, making my body betray my mind. I tried to hold it in, to bite the mattress, but the groans escaped–loud, clear, and torn from me by force,
“Don’t talk…” I screamed through gritted teeth when he began to whisper in my ear,
But he didn’t stop.
“I dreamed of this moment so much…” he gasped, his voice thick with pleasure and madness. “So many nights… so many times I imagined yo like this, under me. And now it’s real,”
“Shut up! I hate you, you son of a bitch!” I screamed, my face wet with tears.
He bit my shoulder so hard the pain made my body arch.
“Don’t talk to me like that, love…” he said, his voice stone–cold, “I already told you it hurts when you say you hate me.”
The rhythm continued, faster and faster, deeper. I no longer knew where the pain ended and the distorted pleasure began. My mind screamed with repulsion, but my body trembled, groaning, humiliated.
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