Damien loved me screaming and writhing beneath him. He got off on it. His growls thickened in intensity every time a hoarse cry left my lips.

My knees were shaking. My legs turned to jelly. When I couldn’t get enough, I arched off the bed, thrusting my pussy in his face, wanting more of what he had to offer.

“Damien!”

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name.”

His long, veiny hand reached up, tugging at my buds before he wrapped his fingers around my neck, choking me and pinning me to the mattress.

“There … oh, there…” My voice came out so thin and strangled because of the pressure he added to my throat.

His mouth was ruining me. He rendered me helpless, and I loved it. When I thought I couldn’t get wetter, every time he ate me out, I felt myself drip for him even more.

“Please… I-I can’t-I need to come.” I choked on a soft sob.

Damien didn’t listen. He feasted on me like he had been starved of me for so long. My abdomen knotted so tightly, my vision dulled. My orgasm ripped through me like an electrocuting force, stiffening me to a spot until all I could do was scream my lungs out as I came all over his tongue.

I whimpered, trembling as he lapped up all my juices.

Damien’s head peeked up. My cheeks went up in flames as my eyes landed on the creamy substance smearing the sides of his mouth.

“You taste like mine,” he said huskily.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I bit my lips.

“So eager,” he undid his fly and zipper, “but, yes, I’m going to fuck you, Red, and you are going to like it very much, so much that you are going to scream for me.” He had gotten rid of his pants now.

He was naked like me. The tip of his thick, veiny cock was dripping with pre-cum, making my mouth water. It wasn’t the veins around his cock that made my heart pound. It was the thickness of his cock. My brows furrowed a little because I was worried about how he was going to fit.

His hands secured my ankles in a firm grip, letting him pull me into him even more, so much so that our chests were brushing. The heat from his body made my nipples excessively hard.

He grabbed my throat, his thumb flicking over my mouth, then he dipped his fingers into my mouth. I knew on instinct to suck on them. He pushed them farther, making me gag. I choked on my tears, but I didn’t stop.

Something about him having me in his chokehold, about being under his control, turned me on so badly.

I wanted to please him.

As he retracted his fingers, gliding over my pulse point and collarbone, I caught the ring wrapped firmly around one of his lean, veiny fingers.

My stomach did a flip.

I put that there.

He was my husband. He was mine. All mine.

Admitting that came with such intensity that it knocked the breath out of me.

His weight crushed me into the mattress, my legs spread so widely that I was pressed into him like a butterfly. My legs were thrown around him, distracting me a little at how high up they went that I barely noticed when he slipped into me.

Although I was wet, it didn’t make the pain any less consuming.

“Ugh,” I whimpered.

“Too much for you, Red?” he murmured, his expression closing up in sheer pleasure.

Damien’s cock was as ruthless as he was. It tore through me without mercy, getting my walls to wrap around him so tightly. I couldn’t breathe. I froze against him, grabbing onto him as tears welled up in my eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Breathe for me, Red. You don’t get to pass out on me now. You will spend the rest of your life taking this cock. The least you can do is start getting used to it.” He wrapped his hand around my throat, kissing me so hard that I had no choice but to gasp for air when he broke it off.

“Good girl.” He smirked.

He pulled out and thrust back into me, slamming me into him.

“You should see how beautiful you are taking this right now.” He teased my folds with his cock, then slammed into me harshly this time around.

“Damien!” I grabbed him harder.

“Yes, say my name, Red,” he grunted, holding my hip before he balanced himself and started thrusting in and out of me.

My eyes drifted shut, my teeth going on to tuck my lips between them.

“Look at me,” he ordered harshly. I obliged. “I want you to look at me as I fuck you—as I make you mine.”

The pleasure was so intense, I felt like I was going to pass out. There was something deliciously vulnerable about forcing myself to keep my eyes on him as he pounded me into the mattress. I was torn between screaming my lungs out and making sure that every expression that crossed his face didn’t escape.

“Oh, god.” I dug my nails into his back.

“I’m your god—the only man who’s going to be fucking this pussy,” he growled, his thrust harsh and intentionally meant to knock my breath out of me.

“Hmm…”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

“Good girl.”

His brutal strokes were in sync with the sloppy sounds my wet cunt made as he slipped in and out of me. It sounded like a twisted lullaby to my ears. Damien fucked as mercilessly as he looked. He didn’t care that I sounded out of breath. He held my throat and pounded me into the mattress until I was screaming and clawing at his back.

His pace was rough and addictively ruthless. He handled me in such a filthy, dirty way, like I was nothing but his personal slut. The way I constantly dripped around him as he slammed in and out of me said a lot about me.

I was just as twisted as he was.