Page 77 of Venomous Desires

“Come on, Ptichka,” he whispered, his breath hot against my face, and I could smell the cigar’s sweet and earthy scent on his tongue. I shut my eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of dominating me.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, taunting me with their invasive touch in places I had never explored. “You see,” he hissed, fingers plunging deeper as I arched my back involuntarily, my insides shivering at the intrusion. “I never disrespect women, little bird.”

A venomous whisper.

He promised me torment.

His hand tightened around my neck, his thumb pressingagainst the vein behind my ear. Leaning down, he whispered like a dark sin that should be forbidden and never spoken of, “But I love it when they beg.” His eyes gleamed with an unsettling madness, and I realised the depth of the insanity this man possessed.

I hated how this devil of a man could peel the layers of me I never dared to see for myself.

I whimpered, my vision blurring from the lack of oxygen. “Please,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t...”

“Don’t make me laugh, little bird. You’re so predictable.” His fingers pressed harder, sending jolts of pain through me. “Here’s a tip, if you want me to stop, you should probably try a little harder. Begging is nice, but it’s getting boring.”

“Why… why are you…” He didn’t let me speak at all; his hold on my throat was intending to suck me dry of oxygen.

Like he wanted to kill me.

“Don’t touch me!” My voice broke, and I couldn’t help the shame that coated my words or the tears that filled my eyes.

“You can’t entice a predator with prey and ask him to go hungry.” His fingers glided against my folds, and his knee forced my thighs apart. My legs bent at an uncomfortable angle as he mounted me.

A smirk curved his lips as he added another finger, stretching me to pain and then pulled them out as I tried to suck in the air, watching in shame as he raised his hand, scissoring his fingers as the wetness glistened over them.

“Look how lewd you are, little bird.”

“Please—”

“Shh, see how it keeps weeping around my fingers.” His expression didn’t change, but his hand stopped even though his fingers were still deep inside me.

A broken sob escaped me as the sensation reached a fever pitch, a beautiful agony that made my vision blur with tears. Mythighs trembled uncontrollably, and I bit my inner cheek hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood just to keep from letting out a moan.

He was so massive, so devastatingly deep, that every thrust felt as though he were reaching into the very center of my soul, rearranging my entire world. Through the haze of pleasure and pain, his thumb continued circling my clit.

The fact that Kyle could hear all this and probably sneaked through the mirror was more shameful.

“It’s not hard for me to take what I want, you see,” I hated how I couldn’t fight him. “I can make your life a living hell, take everything you hold dear, and leave you in the streets begging and desperate. I offered you an ultimatum, and you refused. Now, what do I do with you,huh? Tell me.”

“What did I do to deserve all this? Why are you doing all this?” I whimpered as his fingers caressed my insides, and a jolt of electricity rushed through me.

“You caught my eye.” He licked my tears, and his touch was lethally obscene. “And my dick too.”

“I’ll always hate you for this,” I murmured.

“You can hate me all you want when I’m inside you, Ptichka.” I shut my eyes as I shattered all over again.

My head tilted, and I hated myself for feeling this way as his lips trailed down my neck, pulling the sweater aside and nibbling on my flesh.

“You deserve to be devoured and worshipped, until your cunt gets accustomed to the shape of my dick.” His thumb patted my clit. I bit my lip.

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “Is that so?” he murmured, my toes curled. “Do you think you can handle it, little bird? Do you think you can take all of me?”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his hand sliding from my thigh to cup my jaw. “So beautifully undone. You were made for this. You were made for me. I think I will enjoy you for a very long time.”