Page 16 of Empress of Ruin
He starts to draw out, but I sink my nails into his shoulders and beg, “Wait.”
It hurts too much right now. I need a moment to get used to his size. I know trying to push him off me is futile, but maybehe’ll respond and actuallylistenif I plead with him. He has always enjoyed the sound of my begging, the sadistic asshole.
For a moment, I think he’ll listen. He pauses, looking down at me, his biceps flexing, tendons on his neck bulging. Then, an evil smile flits over his lips. “If you wanted softness from me, you shouldn’t havefucking run.” He pulls out and slams forward again. My inner muscles stretch, ache, prickle, and burn. I reflexively try to roll out from under him, to get away, but the hand on my leg returns to my neck, flexing with warning.
“I wouldn’t,” he advises tonelessly. “Lie there and fucking take what you’re given, Lyra.”
My pussy clenches around him at his lewd words. One of his eyebrows twitches. “You like that, don’t you?” his tone is softer now. “Being forced. Being told to lie there like a little fuck-doll and accept whatever I want to dish out.” He leans over me, until his lips are right by my ear. “That’s what you are when I’m inside you. A toy. My favorite toy to play with.” His hand around my neck tightens. “Best pussy in the fucking world.”
My response to his words is embarrassing. A moan leaves my lips, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Yes, having his cock inside me hurts. And yes, as much as I despise myself for it, the pain drives the pleasure.
Killian’s deep, taunting chuckle tells me he knows as much. “Look at me,” he coaxes.
I shake my head; he pinches my nipple,hard. I whimper and open my eyes.
“Good girl.” He draws out the words because he knowsdamn wellwhat they do to me. His hand on my throat flexes, and he stares at me with such intensity it’s like I’m the only person in the world. The only one he can see. It makes me feel important, even if I know my sole purpose here is to do what he says. I know, deep down, that he only wants me because I said no; that’s what makes me unique to him.
I’m also still half-certain that he is going to kill me at some point. Maybe he doesn’t plan to do it immediately or in the near future, but—
“Focus.” He snaps his hips forward roughly, and his cock dragging against my inner walls jars me out of my thoughts and into the present.
“Killian, I—”
“Shut up.” His hand on my throat tightens once again. His thrusts are coming faster, slightly jerkier; I know that means he’s close to coming. He usually lasts a bit longer, but then… it’s been some time.
Feeling the force of his desire does something to me. Itundoes just a touch of my resistance—enough to frighten me. One spanking and a single fuck, one that I didnotconsent to, and I’m already softening?
I turn my head away, shut my eyes, and try to distance myself from the situation. It’s a herculean task, given that I can feel every thick inch of him filling me and stretching me. The pain’s faded, now, and in its place comes a mounting pleasure that frightens me. I haven’t feltgoodin a long time, but even under such harsh circumstances, something in me responds to Killian.
“Look at me,” he grits out. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
I won’t. I’m determined not to accept pleasure from this act. I’ll stave it off. I’ll—
His hand leaves my neck, denting the mattress beside my head. The other hand sneaks between our bodies, and his fingers glide over my clit. My eyes flash open. “No—”
“Yes,” he growls. “Come on my cock, Lyra. Show me how much you love this.”
I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.But it’s too late. I can already feel the faint tingles of an impending orgasm sweeping over me, making my entire body shiver.
“Resist all you want,” he rumbles. “Fight me to your heart’s desire. But when I tell you to come,you better fucking come.”
In the next moment, I do. I don’t know if it’s his words, his hand, or his cock, but I can’t help myself—I comehard.Heat sweeps through me, erupting from the top of my head and traveling all the way down to my toes. The orgasm is strong enough to shake my legs and my arms, and I clutch Killian’s arms for purchase, crying out as I convulse around him.
I don’t even realize he’s come as well until I feel a rush of warmth inside me.
He collapses on top of me, crushing me with his weight. His teeth find my neck, sinking deep, and I clench around him again, releasing a sob.
Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m not sure if they’re from pain, pleasure, or surrender; whatever they are, they take a good chunk of my strength alongside them. I feel pathetic, weak, and demeaned. Then, Killian softly murmurs, “Good girl,” and the finality of what just happened sets in.
He took without asking—again.
He came inside me—again.
And I’mnoton birth control, so unless I can manage to sneak some in here, I’m at risk of getting pregnant…again.
Time passes. Killian eventually rolls off of me and pulls me into his side. He’s still wearing a shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. I stare at it, wondering if this is how it’ll always be, so long as he keeps me alive. He issues order, then pressures or forces me until I comply, all while maintaining complete composure.
