Red Thorns (Thorns Duet #1) by Rina Kent

My gaze holds hers hostage as I speak. “You will watch your face as I fuck you. You’ll look at how fucking wanton you become when my dick fills that tight cunt of yours.”

Her head shakes the slightest bit. I wouldn’t have perceived it if it weren’t for my hold on her hair.

“No…please…please…don’t…” Her eyes beg me more than her words. The way they widen, filling with fresh unshed tears. The way they soften until she looks like the most breakable I’ve seen.

And that’s all that my beast sees. The need to ruin her.

“You came here dressed like a slut. Is that what you want to be treated as? Do you want your cunt filled with my cum?”

“No…”

“How about your ass?”

“No…please…”

“Have you had anyone in that tight hole of yours, my filthy slut?”

“No…”

“So it’s as virgin as your cunt was when I first took it?”

“Yes…”

“Will you bleed for me this time, too?”

“Please don’t hurt me…please…stop…”

It’s a game of ours. Her please, no means yes, please and her stop means go on.

I shove her down and she gasps as her knees hit the floor. Then I release her hair and lift her up so her ass is in the air. She tries to look back, but I smack her on her half-visible ass cheek. “Eyes ahead. Look at your flushed cheeks.”

She’s hesitant for half a second before complying. Soon after, her dark gaze meets mine through the mirror. Her wrists are in my hand at her back. Her shoulder blades and her cheek hit the floor as I feel up the round globes of her ass.

Every time she sucks in a breath or releases what resembles a mewling sound, my touch becomes rougher and more demanding.

I rip down her panties and inhale her sweet arousal. It smells different from when she’s compliant or when I shove my fingers inside her cunt at her house.

It’s more potent now, more enticing. More…terrified.

I hit her ass and she startles, then as if out of a trance, she fights.

Fuck how she fights.

Her tiny body jerks and her legs try to kick me in the balls, even when the elastic of her panties leave red lines around her thighs.

My dick is rock fucking hard against my jeans as I hold her tighter, showing her who’s in charge.

I spank her again and she jolts, a sob tearing from her throat and bouncing off the walls. “Stop…please…”

My hand flattens against her firm globe of flesh and what resembles a moan mixes with her whimpers. “Please…please…”

“That’s it. Beg me for it. Beg me to fill your cunt with my dick.”

Her eyes widen as they lock on my lighter ones through the mirror.

I don’t recognize the manic look in my eyes, the complete abandon and the fucking need for more.

More of her.

Of this.

My nails sink into the softness of her flesh hard until she gasps. “Do it. Beg.”

“W-what?”

“You’ll beg for it like a good slut tonight. Say, please fill my holes with your cum.”

She shakes her head, but it’s hesitant—lost, even. But one thing doesn’t lie. The reddening of her cheeks as she fixates on me.

“Beg for it, Naomi.”

Her lips part, probably because it’s the first time I’ve used her name during our fucked-up fantasy.

We’ve had some sort of an unspoken rule that says we’re different people during the chase. I’m the beast and she’s the toy.

I’m the monster and she’s the prey.

But I couldn’t give a fuck about any of that tonight.

Maybe it’s because of the way she looks in the sexy-as-sin dress or how her body feels hotter. Or maybe, somewhere in my brain, she’s already evolved to more.

The fucked-up sex was once all the connection we had, but now, it goes hand in hand with everything we have.

Breaking the invisible rule might not be the wisest thing to do, but I couldn’t care less.

Maybe she couldn’t care less either, because her tongue darts out to lick her lips before she whispers, “Please…”

“Please what? Say the fucking words.”

“Please fill me.”

“With what?”

“Your cum… Please fill me with your cum.”

I don’t even know how the fuck I have the presence of mind to free my dick. All I can register is her whimper as I slam inside her wet heat. She’s soaking, but her expression contorts as I go all the way in.

I like it when I hurt her. Her body naturally submits to mine and she releases these small noises that make me harder. Her expressions of both awe and pain that I can’t get enough of.

Or her.

Because that’s what this is all about.

Her.

It might have started with my twisted urges, but they soon mixed with her own fantasies, and now we’re just two fucked-up souls feeding off each other’s depravity.

We’re two monsters who made peace with the darkness.

An animalistic groan spills from me as I pound into her. “Beg, Naomi. Beg me for more.”

“Please…give it to me. Please…” She strains, moaning, and her breathy voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.