Vengeance (The Prince's Games Book 1) by Rebecca Grey (electric book reader TXT) 📕

to the floor. I dig my teeth into my already bloody lip. Another red droplet rolls down my chin.

Joss inhales the aroma. A needy rumble quickly falling from his lips.

Then the belt strikes against me again. The strength of the leather, the force behind its hit, calls forth a whimper I try to contain. It’s hardly a hum, but it’s enough for Joss to be on me.

He sticks his fingers into my mouth, pulling my face back toward him. The length of his boney fingers is enough to gag me. Behind me, his cock presses to the warmed, red, and swollen marks he has created.

“I said don’t make a fucking sound. Your unfaithfulness disgusts me. You’ll listen to me now.”

My cheek hits the desk as he drops my face to arch back and deliver one last fever filled strike. The pain is akin to being loved and being hated by the very same person. I don’t have time to dwell on it. Not when he grabs my hips and shoves his full length into me. I’ve always found Joss to be impressively endowed, both in length and girth, but there is no denying it now. The force of his thickness grinds against my slick folds until the building pressure inside me edges on pain. With vigor he forces all he can inside of me, ramming quickly in and out with no concern for my satisfaction or comfort.

Not bothering to ease me into our session today, he stretches me deeper and strikes me quicker than what feels possible. It’s achingly delicious. His skin smacks repeatedly against mine, the only sound filling the room other than my rapid breathing.

He pauses his relentless pounding to slap the marks he’s made on my ass. I clench my teeth to hold in a hiss. Joss’s fingers climb up my back, digging into my shoulders, pulling me down onto him with every single thrust. His cock hits painfully, too deeply inside.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you. Just. Me,” he says it in rhythm with his movements.

My eyes water. I cling to the edge of the desk, holding onto the lip of it as best I can.

“Answer me!” he bellows, bringing his hand back down to my sore cheek.

“Just you. You’re the only one.” My voice is weak. Embarrassingly so.

Joss presses into me, burying himself as deep as he can go. His hands pull me down onto him as he rolls his hips against me. I purse my lips hating and loving the agony that follows.

It only lasts a moment longer before he pulls out of me and I let go a breath I hadn’t realized I’d held onto. With the strength only an Immortal Hybrid could have, Joss flips me onto the desk. The back of my head bounces off the wood. He doesn’t apologize. Joss never apologizes until after, sometimes not even then.

My pants are still hanging from my feet, caught on my boots. Joss snarls as he pulls both shoes off and yanks my pants the rest of the way free. I can’t hear him as he walks, silent and deadly, but every hair on my arms rises as I sense him circle me. He stops at my face, dragging me until my head dangles off the desk, my shoulders too.

The heat of his body warms my torso as he leans over me, pushing my legs apart again. His hand comes up then quickly back down, slapping against my exposed and most sensitive parts. Air pushes from my lungs at the strike.

“This is my pussy.” He slaps again, a wet smack sounding out. “Repeat after me. This is my pussy.”

Slap.

“This is your pussy.” My teeth clench together so hard my jaw muscles become sore.

Slap!

“This is my pussy.”

“It’s yours. This is your pussy.”

Slap! He hits so hard I jump underneath him. It’s the reaction he wants. It’s enough to make him stop. With every sharp inhale, blood surges toward my dangling head. My pulse pounds in my ears.

A primal growl, one that draws moisture between my legs, even as my sex burns, reverberates inside of his chest. His palms, one with the metallic scent from between my legs, hold either side of my head.

Still throbbing, he pushes his cock against my mouth until I open for him. He doesn’t allow a breath. Doesn’t care. Forcefully, he pushes as far back as he can, pausing there. My air flow is cut off, my gag reflex retching again and again.

Joss pulls back, dragging salvia across my face as he does. Tears form along my lash line, involuntarily. Though he’ll like to see it when he’s done. Joss loves it when I cry.

He moans, thrusting into my mouth. Every plunge is as deep as it can get, my body riots with heaves and vocal chokes. Joss is relentless. My tongue traces the veins of his dick as often as I can, wiping away my own taste.

Joss inhales the scent of my want. At this moment I’m cursing myself for not being patient enough for his return. I’m craving his touch, wishing for my body to shake with the violent orgasms he always brings me to. Not today. Today is all about him.

I’m his fuck toy.

I relish the thought.

His cock hardens just a hair more. Enough for me to know he’s near finishing.

Spit runs down my red face. A headache pounds worse with every brutal plunge toward my throat.

His pace quickens. His breathing raspy. Then hot cum slips down the back of my throat. I swallow quickly, trying to take it all in as the salty taste lingers in my mouth. Joss holds my head tightly, pushing all the way in to let me gag on him a few more times. He groans when his cock slips from my lips and runs down my