Page 114 of Venomous Desires

I was hard again.

My little bird wasn’t afraid. Not yet. That defiance in her eyes, red from crying, fueled the madness in me.

She was perfect. Small, with wide hips begging to be gripped, a round ass that I couldn’t stop marking. Her nipples, perky and sensitive, were just waiting for the torment I had in store. And her eyes—those red, tear-filled eyes—tempted me, driving me to the edge of insanity.

I planned to break her, to use her, to turn her into bait for Ivan Morozov. But first, I’d make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.

Rational thoughts didn’t exist here.

Only the need.

The overwhelming urge to take her, to ruin her, to make her mine in the most brutal, unforgettable way. I didn’t care about right or wrong. All I knew was that she defied me. She didn’t wear what I picked out, and that meant she needed to be taught a lesson.

I wanted to take it slow, to be gentle, but now I wonder, did I really want that?

I slammed her against the wall, her slight frame barely able to absorb the force. My hand wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head with ease. She was clawing, desperate to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Her round ass pressed against the wall, and she was trembling under my gaze. I leaned in, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, close enough to hear her ragged breaths.

I didn’t wait.

There was no gentleness, no hesitation. My need was too great, too overpowering. I forced her legs apart, her hips spreading wide, and took what was mine. The shock in her eyes, the way her mouth opened in a silent scream, and the saliva dripped down her chin. Fuck, that was intoxicating. She was tight, too tight, and I loved it. Knowing I was the only one and the first man to stretch her wide open. Virgins were a hassle, but she, I’d take her virginity all over again.

Her kisses, her pain, and her soul, they all belonged to me until further notice.

“Please… stop,” but I couldn’t. The sound went straight to my dick, hardening inside her to the point of torture. I bit down on her shoulder enough to have her squirm.

My hand slid down her throat, gripping it just enough to cut off her air. Her eyes widened in panic, and I relished. Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers, and I realised it was addicting.

Her body was mine to torment, and she’d never ever think ofany other man. She’d be mine.

Fuck. I liked that. I liked the sound of it. And I liked it so much it was even disturbing for me, and I didn’t usually consider anything more deranged than myself.

I thrust into her again, harder this time, the force making her gasp, and the bite marks I’d left on her skin were turning dark, blooming like twisted flowers across her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. She belonged to me, and I couldn’t help but trace them with my tongue, savouring the taste of her.

Her nails dug into my back, but it only made me want her more.

But the beast inside me wasn’t satisfied. The more I took, the more I needed, and I found myself driven by a hunger that couldn’t be sated.

No woman had ever made me this insane.

I pushed into her deep, she whimpered, and I grinned.

“Say it, Ptichka, tell me who you belong to.”

She opened her mouth, and I pounded harder. I could see the denial on her tongue, but something shifted, and she whimpered. “You… I belong to you,” she sobbed harder.

And fuck, hearing her say it made me lose control.

I was nearing the edge and damn, no woman had made me come undone so fast.

When I finally finished, her body was a mess of bruises, bites, and raw red marks. She was shaking, barely conscious, and as I pulled out, I couldn’t help but feel a sick satisfaction watching my cum dripping out of her hole.

And just like that, I wanted to do it all over again.

Darkness swept, and I cradled her small body in my arms before cupping her cunt.

She was so warm, so wet.

My fingers slipped inside her with ease this time, her insides still stretched and tender from the rough fucking. Her bodyresponded instinctively, clenching around my fingers as if trying to hold onto me, trying to pull me back in. The thought of it, the way her body still wanted me even in this state, made my blood burn with a sick pleasure.