Page 65 of Til Def
Then, without warning, his fingers plunge inside me—two of them, quick, brutal, rough. A loud scream tears from my throat, but it’s silenced in an instant as he yanks my hair harder,snapping my head back further, becoming trapped between pain and pleasure, as he slides in another finger.
The stretch burns, and I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. Yet, even as my body tenses, I don’t resist. I let him take what he wants from me, because somewhere, buried deep beneath the degradation and the pain, a shadow of desire always stirs—a dark truth I can’t deny. Ifucking wantthis.
In the mirror, I watch as he lets a trail of spit fall from his lips. I don’t see where it lands until the wetness of his thumb circles my asshole, and then he pushes it inside me without hesitation. A deep, throaty moan spills from my lips, my eyes flutter closed as my body responds, helpless to the sensation.
His fingers move in sync now, easing deeper, spreading my holes open as he works all four in and out of me. As I start to feel full and almost overwhelmed, he releases my hair and his gloved hand slides around to the front of my throat, clutching me firmly. He tilts my head back until I have no choice but to meet his gaze above me again.
His lips hover near mine, the heat of his breath brushing against my skin as his pace shifts, fierce now. His fingers plunge inside me hard and fast, each thrust relentless, each movement made to shatter me. A scream rips from me, unrestrained, muffled only by his nearness. My legs tremble beneath me, threatening to give way under the intensity, but his hold keeps me upright, keeps me exactly where he wants me. His teeth grind down with each thrust. His eyes darkening as he watches me fall apart.
Just as the release tears through me, violent and uncontrollable, he rips all four fingers out of my body. The sudden emptiness leaves me gasping, the force of my orgasm hitting me like a wave, overpowering and devastating. My bodyquakes, and I sag against the mirror, only for him to twist his fingers back inside my pulsing pussy, the rough, slick action pulling another cry from my throat.
I feel everything—my come, my blood, hot and sticky as it streaks down my thighs, mixing into a chaos I can’t even begin to process. He doesn’t care. If anything, he fucking loves it. He loves showing his dominance over me and I crave it.
“Fuck, there’s something seriously wrong with you,” I moan against his lips.
He snickers, then curls all three of his fingers deep, dragging another scream from me. He releases my throat and grabs the back of my hair, pressing my forehead against the mirror.
“All this blood? I fucking love it. I love seeing your period dripping from your messy pussy. It drives me fucking insane,” he growls into my ear. “Now watch what I do to you, beautiful girl. Watch how I make this gory cunthole contract around my cock.”
He yanks his fingers out of me, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness, before pulling his heavy, throbbing shaft free from his boxers. His grip shifts, one hand tangling in the back of my hair, holding me in place as the other guides himself to my pussy. My legs tremble, threatening to give out, as the swollen head of his dick drags up the slick slit. He pauses at the hole, teasing, pressing just enough to make me ache for more, before pushing inside.
The stretch is slow, and he makes me feel him, inch by agonizing inch and I tense as my body adjusts to the fullness of his big cock. My head dips, eyes drawn to the sight below and I watch him sink deeper, my pussy stretched out around his thick girth. He fills me completely until there’s absolutely nothing left to take.
When he’s fully buried inside, his satisfied growl rumbles against my ear, dark and animalistic, sending a thrill through me and I bite my bottom lip, pushing my ass back against him, preparing myself for the violence that he’s about to unleash.
There’s no hesitation. He drags his dick back and slams into me, the force of it knocking the air out of me. Again and again, he drives into me, each thrust savagely harsh, each one deeper than the last. His hips collide with my ass with brutal slaps, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. My body quakes under the onslaught, every nerve alive, my blood running hot as it streaks down my thighs with each punishing strike.
He shows me no mercy and it builds quickly, rising like something I can’t stop, crashing through me with an overwhelming power.
My climax tears through me, leaving me screaming, “Ty, oh, God!” as my pussy clenches tight around him, my release consuming me utterly.
My body trembles uncontrollably as Ty lifts me, his arm locked firmly around my waist, his cock still buried deep inside me. The strength in his movements feels effortless as he carries me to the bed once more. He drops me onto it, my hands and knees sinking into the soaked, bloody sheets. My fingers clutch the wet fabric instinctively, searching for stability, but my legs shake so violently I can barely hold myself upright.
With a force that winds me, he presses down on my back, making my arms buckle. My face smashes into the bed, the metallic tang of blood invading my senses. Before I can react, his hands grabs my wrists, yanking them behind me and pinning them in one massive hold.
I see him reach over to the body beside me. Then I hear it—a wet, grotesque squelching sound. My stomach churns. The sicklynoise of blood and guts being disturbed fills the room, and panic flares in my chest.
Then I see it. From the corner of my eye, a length of intestine swings into view, glistening with gore. My eyes widen in horror, then I squeeze them shut, my entire body convulsing at the thought.
“No, no—too far, Ty!” I scream.
He fucking ignores me. The slimy, alien texture wraps around my wrists, cold and slick, making bile rise in my throat. The sensation alone is enough to make my head spin, my consciousness threatening to slip away.
He ties the red ropes with heavy, untamed breathes, as if my refusal fuels him, as if this moment—my terror—is his masterpiece.
Ty’s low chuckle, followed by sharp crack of his hand against my ass jolts me forward, and I let out a shriek, my skin stinging where his palm landed.
“Shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can, Red,” he growls, dripping with menace. “You’re not walking out of this room the same woman you once were. You’re here to be…”
Thrust,and I gasp.
“Fucking.”
Another thrust,
“Broken,” he snarls. “Physically. And mentally.”
Before I can respond—if I even dare—he’s already moving, his grasp rough and unrelenting. His hands clamp around my waist, yanking me closer to the edge of the bed.
