Razors & Ruin (Rare Horrors #1)

Chapter 39

39

Nellie

I open my mouth and surrender to the invasion.

His cock is slick with pre-come, juicy and hot between my lips, and I suck him deep into my throat. It burns with the stretch, still agonizingly sore from where my man’s feral rage almost sent me to oblivion.

“Take it,” Sweeney snarls. He moves me along his shaft until I cough, the sensation like swallowing shattered twigs. “You get it all, treacle. Every nasty inch is yours, so you better take good care of me.”

I choke down the pain, reveling in it.

Oh God, yes. I will. The soreness, the roughness—it’s all part of this. Part of us .

I’m the one who survives, who thrives. I took everything he had, and I’m still alive to take more.

His cock chafes against the back of my throat, opening it up after his earlier onslaught. I groan as he pushes deep, his veins throbbing on my tongue.

“You’re my beautiful whore,” he growls, withdrawing from my mouth as I splutter and drool.

“The one who waited, the one who never accepted less than the whole fucking sick mess I am. I’m gonna rail the ever-loving shit out of you, Nellie, because I wanna see those pretty eyes roll in your head. Do you want it?”

I deliver a ringing slap to his stunned face, hard enough to whip his head aside, and he’s upon me, shedding his clothes with stunning speed. My dress rips easily in his grip, and he hurls it aside, shoving me onto my back.

“Yes!” he cries. “Fuck yes, Nellie, you precious bitch. Fight me. Kill me. I owe you one.”

He pins me, and I squirm beneath him, spitting curses. I bite his shoulder, my sharp incisors puncturing the muscle, and he snarls like a rabid animal, putting his entire hand on my face and pushing me into the mattress.

He plunges into me, his hand over my mouth as he thrusts home.

“Look at me,” he demands. “I won’t let you come unless you give it all you’ve got. Fuck me up, come on.”

He releases my face from his grip and braces himself on his arms so he can fuck me properly, his eyes never leaving my face.

My pussy feels like it’s on fire, stretched to the limit by his girth, my clit throbbing almost painfully as it catches on the base of his cock.

I lift my hands, going for his throat. He’s right; he does owe me one, but my hands are smaller than his, weaker.

Still, there’s power in them—power in the way he looks at me, daring me to take it. Then I remember the Regent’s Ball and how hot he got when I choked him.

Do I dare do that again? I’d be taking a Hell of a risk.

Is it possible to be fucked to death, split in two by a demon in human form who wants nothing and no one in the universe but me?

How could I pass up the chance to find out?

My thumbs provide a good deal of compression, and Sweeney’s breathing narrows into a tortured whistle. I feel him growing thicker inside me, and I gasp, my body responding with a gush of wetness to ease the way.

My man’s lips are indigo, his movements faltering as he pounds me. His arms shake with exertion, doing their best to support him in the face of his ever-reducing oxygen level.

His eyes hold mine, endless and dark as a forest sky, the lids spasming as he fights to keep them open.

I’ve never seen him so utterly at my mercy, and it’s glorious.

I let go, and he drags air deep, wheezing. Then his tongue is in my mouth, his ragged moans consuming me as he slams his hips, fucking himself into my tightness.

“That’s it,” he says. “I’d have let you do it if you wanted, my love. You think you’re obsessed with me ? You have no fucking idea. The sick way I love you, Nellie. God shouldn’t permit it.”

He makes space between us so he can touch my clit again. As soon as his thumb brushes the tiny bundle of nerves, I explode, my pussy clutching crazily on his cock as it forges in and out.

“Oh, fucking Hell!” I cry.

Sweeney pulls out, clambering up my body until he’s sitting over my chest. His cock looks massive from this angle, and he pumps it furiously, his hand a blur.

“You’re a fucking treasure,” he says. “I know you want my filthy come. On your pretty face or in your pussy?”

I smile. “You asked me that when we first met.”

He slaps my cheek. “Aren’t I the hopeless romantic? Your choice, my pet.”

I push him, and he climbs off me, stroking his cock as I shift position. I drop my head onto my hands, arse in the air, and he surprises me with a viciously hard spank.

“Ow, you fucking savage!” I glare at him over my shoulder. “Make me come again. Fill me up.”

His growl vibrates through the room, and his hands are on my hips, gripping me so tightly that I’m sure they’ll leave yet more bruises.

But I welcome it—the marks, the proof of his devotion imprinted on my skin.

He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask. He drives into me with one hard stroke, filling me completely, and I cry out, my hands gripping the bed sheets so hard I think they might tear.

“That’s right, Nellie,” he says. “This is fucking it . No lies. No ghosts. Just flesh and blood.”

He pounds into me, harder and deeper, and I meet every thrust, my body greedily taking everything he gives. Each slap of his hips against my arse sends shockwaves through me, and I’m gasping, my heart racing, body burning.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he grunts, and I’m so close, on the edge of falling apart. “You want that? You want me to destroy you?”

“Yes,” I moan, my voice barely more than a breath. “Yes, Sweeney. Take it all.”

He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit again, and that’s it—I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, violent and raw, my body trembling as I scream his name.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into me. I feel him pulse inside me, his body tensing as he reaches his peak, and then he comes, hot and deep, filling me completely.

We collapse in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat, our bodies spent. The taste of him lingers on my lips, his scent clinging to my skin.

He rolls off me, panting, and I stare up at the ceiling, my body now aching in the best possible way. His hand finds mine, and I grip it tightly.

“Tell me again,” I whisper.

He pulls me against him, his breath hot against my ear. “I love you, Nellie. You’re it. Everything.”

At last, it’s true.

The monster is finally on a leash, and I’m the one holding it.