Red Thorns (Thorns Duet #1) by Rina Kent

“Harder?”

“Yes…yes…yes…hurt me…fuck me…”

“Rougher?”

“Yes!”

“Like this?” I pull back almost all the way, then pound back in while my finger forces entry into her ass.

She shrieks her orgasm as her cunt strangles me. “Yes…yes…please…please…more!”

“Do you want me to tear into this tight hole as well, my dirty whore? Want me to stretch it so I’m the first one there?”

“Please!”

I didn’t think I would ever enjoy hearing her say yes or beg for my rough, unapologetic side, but my dick thickens inside her. The mere sound of her voice is an aphrodisiac made for me.

Only me.

I coat another finger with her juices and ram it into her tight hole. She bucks off the floor, her back arching, but she’s completely helpless as she rides out her orgasm.

Her back hole contracts around my fingers, the tight ring of nerves swallowing me in.

“I can’t…please…” She sobs. “You’re too big in my pussy… I can’t fit you there…”

I release her wrists and she falls on her elbows, but instead of attempting to escape, she stumbles back into position.

My voice drops in volume and I feel the shiver in her when I speak. “You think I fucking care?”

As if possible, both her cunt and ass clench around me and I use the chance to thrust in a third finger, slower this time, lubing her with her own juices.

Naomi’s shriek is one of both pleasure and pain as tears cascade down her cheeks.

“Do you feel me stretching you so you can take my dick?”

She lowers her head, but I grab her by the hair, fingers digging into her scalp as I pull my fingers and dick out of her. “Look at me own every fucking hole you have to offer.”

Tears fill her eyes, but a look of complete ecstasy covers her features as I slam into her tight hole.

“Oh, fuck…” I bite my lower lip as my balls slap against her ass cheeks.

Naomi screams a piercing sound that nearly pops my eardrums. Her face is flushed red as her tears wash over her wretched expression.

I stop for a second as her stiff back muscles stretch around me.

“Don’t…stop.” She gasps, then blurts, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

What seems like a relieved expression paints her face before she sobs. “Fuck me…fuck me harder, Sebastian.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I drive into her with a level of madness I haven’t felt before. One where it’s only me and her.

I don’t give a fuck if it’s the beast and the toy or the quarterback and the cheerleader.

All I need is her strangling me, crying, begging for more.

Then begging me to stop.

Then begging for more all over again.

My balls hit her firm ass with every thrust, making her cry out until her voice is hoarse.

My deep, guttural growl fills the air as I come inside her.

I don’t even think about it as I ejaculate all the way in, filling her with my cum until she’s mewling, whether in pleasure or pain, I have no clue.

One thing’s for certain, though. We broke some sort of a glass wall between us tonight. It might have been invisible before, but it was always there, stopping us from going too deep.

Too raw.

Too hard.

Now, there’s nothing to stop us.

Not even ourselves.





27





Naomi





There’s intense and then there’s whatever the hell just happened.

A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt something like this would be my reality. That I would reach the level of depravity I only watched in true crime shows.

But this is different.

What Sebastian and I have is more dangerous than some deviant sexual behavior serial killers possess.

We don’t fantasize about hurting people; he fantasizes about hurting me, and I fantasize about being hurt by him and being the subject of his rough desires.

It’s probably not that simple, though, is it?

Because no matter how twisted we become, we’re still thirsty for more.

I know I am.

Fuck Akira and anyone who judges me for my fantasies that I’m not using to hurt anyone.

After our breathing levels out, I’m well prepared for Sebastian to leave me on the floor and never turn back. It’s his modus operandi, and using names won’t change that.

At least, that’s what I thought.

As I attempt to crawl into a standing position and beg Luce to drive me home, strong arms wrap around me, imprisoning me in place.

I startle, a small gasp falling from my lips as I grip Sebastian’s strong shoulders for balance.

He brings me down so we’re both lying on a small carpet that barely fits both of us. He pulls me closer so I’m lying on his chest and his steady heartbeat is right beneath my ear.

Even his pulse is as strong as him. Steady, powerful, and alluring.

The pads of his fingers stroke my shoulder blade in a steady rhythm. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror across the room. The image is different from when he was taking my ass savagely and without holding back.

We’re naked after he stripped us both earlier. Our scattered clothes form a mess on the floor. But that’s the last thing I’m focused on when his strong body spoons around me. His leg is thrown over mine as if he’s forbidding me from running.