Page 109 of The Devil We Crave
SAY IT.
SAY IT YOU FUCKING PSYCHO BEFORE YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TO A LUNATIC WITH A KNIFE ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF.
Too late.
It’s one stroke.
One. Fast. Brutal. Stroke.
That'show it fits inside me.
And holy fucking God, does it hurt.
My scream pierces the night, my back arching off the ground like I’ve just received an electric shock. He’s so fucking big and thick, and it burns like a hot poker as his cock rams to the hilt inside me.
Achilles growls savagely, his muscles coiling as he slams my wrists to the ground on either side of me and flexes his cock inside me. His mouth drags up my neck as he inhales sharply, his teeth scraping my skin as I twist and writhe under him.
“Theeeere we go, little prey.”
It’s the voice of a nightmare rasping into my ear, and it sends a bolt of vicious, throbbing,consumingneed surging through my core.
“Let me feel your virgin blood coat my big fucking dick."
Oh fuck.
“Let me feel that slutty little holesqueezemy cock like a greedy little cunt.”
My breath chokes off as the silent scream wraps around my throat.
He starts to pull out, tugging a whimper from my throat.. He rams in again, burying every fucking inch deep inside me with another brutal thrust. He does it again, sliding out until just his head is stretching me open before sinking every inch back in again.
And something changes.
The coiling, slithering, dark thing inside me tightens andsqueezes, spreading venom and vicious insanity through my core as my face crumples and a sound I don’t immediately recognize shatters from my mouth.
The broken, wrecked, aching sound of a wall crashing down inside me.
A dam giving way.
And a pleasure I’ve never once felt melting through my body.
Achilles slides his slick, bulging, veined cock from my battered pussy and then pushes it right back in.
This time, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
This time, I fuckingmoan.
The sound wrenches from throat as my head lolls to the side. He fucks into me again, harder and faster, the wet sounds of my pussy taking his dick along with the crash of waves beneath us filling my ears.
My eyes start to close. But then he’s grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look up at him, his face a mask of darkness and lust, his eyes glinting viciously as he starts to thrust harder.
“No looking away, little prey,” he growls. “Look at me,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he rams into me. “Look atmewhen Imake you mine.”
My brow caves, and my breath comes in short, staccato gasps as he drags his cock out until just the swollen head is inside. I’m trembling, but then my eyes lock with his, so hauntingly dark and viciously beautiful.
“Good girl.”
In that moment I realize I’ve only seen the tip of his madness. Because then Achillestrulystarts to fuck me.
