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I shift quickly, pulling my hand out and sitting back on my knees. I grab the strings of the panties, aggressively pulling them down her legs, then spread her legs, pinning them down to the bed with a harshness that rattles her.
My head dips, my tongue flattening against her core and I flick it upward until I wrapping my lips around her clit, sucking on it hard. She moans loudly, louder than I’ve ever heard, her body struggling against the handcuffs as I start to devour her. My tongue dips inside her soaked cunthole as far as I can get, tasting her. My teeth sink into her throbbing clit and tender lips. I become rougher, drawing all kinds of sounds from her until she’s panting and tethering on the edge.
When I slip two fingers inside her tight pussy, her back arches in ecstasy, her hips bucking, needing more. I twist them inside her, exploring, trying to see what gets her going and when I find her spot, I press down on it and rub roughly as I shove my fingers in and out. I growl against her, giving her clit no fucking respite as I brutalize her hole with savage plunges. She gets wetter for me, dripping all over my digits, her gasps coming out erratic until suddenly she screams out. Her entire body convulses, and she almost restricts my fingers from moving, but I continue my onslaught, driving her further into bliss.
As she still recovering, I flip her onto her front and roughing lift her hips with a swift yank before pushing her legs further apart. I grab her cheeks, spreading her wide and I dive straight back in, shoving my tongue straight in her asshole. She gasps from the intrusion, but I don’t give a shit. Real men don’t shy away from tongue fucking both holes. They want to taste every part of their girl.
I bite on her asshole before sucking it harshly, then press two fingers back inside her pussy. The screams that escape her are everything and it makes me worse. I become more unhinged, ramming my fingers into the deepest depths of her cunt. I give her asshole a sharp spit before standing upright and then I whirl my finger around her puckered hole. I ease it in, and she tenses of course, but she’ll learn to do as she’s told.
When I’m knuckle deep inside her tight, warm tunnel, I start fucking both her holes until she comes twice over, her juices dripping down onto the mattress as she screams for me. I growl, finally withdrawing my fingers, giving her a taste of what I can do. Virgin or not. Before giving the side of her ass a sharp slap causing her tired body to jolt.
Chapter Eleven
Raven
After what felt like an eternity of him showing me just how dominant he really is—and how stupid I’d been to underestimate him—I lie on my back, utterly ruined. My body is a mess of sensations: every muscle trembling, my skin slick with sweat, my chest rising and falling.
Ty reaches up, his fingers brushing against my wrists as he finally unlocks the cuffs. My arms drop to my sides, muscles aching as they flop onto the pillow like a marionette with its strings severed.
My eyes flutter shut, but the feel of him settling beside me makes them drift open again. The dark ceiling above me is a blur, the spinning of the room matching the commotion still ringing in my head.
Holy fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing—knows how to make me come apart me piece by piece. But how? How did he utterly destroy me with nothing but his tongue and his fingers, leaving me gasping like a woman on the brink of psychosis?
If Ty wasn’t my forbidden, psychopathic patient, my captor, I feel like I might blurt out something utterly insane—like asking him to fucking marry me right here so I could feel his type of ecstasy forever.
I turn onto my side, tucking my hands beneath my cheek as I stare at him. He’s lying on his back, silent, his eyes fixed on the darkness above us. There’s something in his calmness that terrifies me; it’s the kind of calm that speaks louder than words, as if the demons in his head are louder than anything in the room. My gaze drifts over his scarred body—still damp with sweat, muscles taut even when he’s relaxed.
My mind drifts to how he walked into that bathroom tonight. Covered head to toe in blood. He’s done it again, hasn’t he? Someone else is dead. And the worst part? The thought doesn’t fill me with fear. It fills me with... conflict. He ravages me like I’m made for him, possesses my body and mind as if he owns them both. And yet, he’s everything I shouldn’t want, everything I should run from. A killer. A nightmare. But still, I find myself screaming for him in every way that matters.
“Ty? Can I ask you something about how you came back here tonight?”
His silence is a wall, impenetrable, and I see the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. He doesn’t answer, but I can’t seem to stop myself from pressing on.
“Why do you do it? All those years in SHA...” I pause, my heart hammering in my chest as his dark gaze flicks to mine. “Did you learn nothing from everything you have been through?”
For a moment, he doesn’t move, then he turns onto his side. He lowers himself onto my pillow again, his face so close that his nose touches mine. His brown eyes burn into me, dragging me under, and I feel the question die in my throat.
“All I learned was how to be a better liar, Kitten. How to blend in just enough to keep them off my back. That place wasn’t about helping me; it was about control, about proving they could breakme the fuck down and fit me in some perfect fucking bubble,” I search his eyes, listening intently as he carries on. “They put me in that sterile hellhole and prodded me, studied me, like some fucking science experiment. Like they could fix what they didn’t understand. But all they did was teach me how to wear a mask and fool every single one of them.”
My brows knit, confusion swirling in my mind. “What?”
“I was always a kid in a greedy man’s world, Raven,” he murmurs. “Even when I kept my mouth shut, they still threw the insanity book at me. Said I needed help. There had to be an excuse. So they dumped me in an asylum, a kid among killer men. They didn’t care what I’d done. All they saw was another piece in their game, another way to feed the system.”
He looks deep into my eyes, almost distant. “You think that was a mistake? That a kid should’ve ended up with those men?” His words are now soft and calm for someone who has so much bitterness inside him.
“They tried to force me to admit to things I never felt, never thought, but they forgot one thing. You put a child in a pit with wolves, he learns to bite back. You can’t manipulate someone who has learned from the most skilled manipulators.”
I peer into his eyes, the truth settling over me like a storm. “You lied your way through that system… for fifteen years? Just to get out?” I shake my head, disbelief thick in my tone. “But that’s impossible, it’s…”
“Look at me, Kitten.” His voice cuts through my words, sharp and cold. “Do I look like I’m fucking ‘fixed’ to you?”
“But… don’t you want help? Don’t you think you need it?”
“The only people who need help—or even deserve death—are the ones who create monsters like me. The people who walk free, who hide behind their masks while making someone elsethe villain. Why am I the problem when they walk among the innocent like they belong there?”
He leans closer, his forehead pressing against mine, our breaths mingling, and for a moment, I feel the weight of his words settle deep into my chest.
“This,” he murmurs, “is what pain created, what cruelty made.” He pauses, his eyes dark and intense as they scan mine. “You’re looking at the result of suffering, Raven. I’m what remains when all the light is stripped away.”
