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Society of Psychos (Dead Men Walking #2)(59)

Author:Caroline Peckham & Susanne Valenti

He released a feral growl, fisting his hands against the pillow above my head and drove his hips forward hard. He entered me halfway, his cock so big that I nearly headbutted him as I lurched upwards and cried out like a fucking wild thing as a burn of pain came with his entrance into me, my pussy growing wetter with what I was almost certain was blood. It felt equally good and terrifying, and as he started working the length of his huge dick deeper inside me, I somehow accommodated every inch of him, shredding his back with my nails as I bit my tongue through the pain.

“I’m the biggest you’ve had,” he stated, knowing it, but oh how little he actually knew. Biggest, thickest, the one and only, take your pick. But I didn’t say that because my tongue was busy being wedged between my teeth as I tried to get used to the pressure between my thighs. I swear to the moon and back, this was like driving the whole of Thor’s hammer right up there, and I liked it. I wanted more, every inch and then some.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, gripping him so tightly that I was almost certain I was making him bleed just as he was me.

“Almost there, love.” He grinned demonically and I panted as I clung to him, sure this man was full of more evil than Big Red was. He was a far better fantasy too, a real one made of flesh and bone. He was here, becoming a part of me like no one ever had before him.

He hooked his hand around the back of my knee and spread me wider for him as he sank every last inch of himself inside me, until I was so full that it was on the brink of unbearable. But I had a freaking amazing toleration for pain, and this was the kind I had no problem trying to adjust to.

“Fuck, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Niall groaned, stilling within me as the burn of him stretching me splintered along my insides and made me unable to breathe. But it was the sweetest kind of pain I’d ever known. I wanted even more of it, I wanted his body delivering mine this bite of agony over and over because it was pain gifted from a killer in the purest form I could imagine.

But he didn’t move, he just looked at me with a thousand thoughts going on behind his eyes, the intensity of him electrifying the atmosphere and sending a shiver tracking down my spine.

I hadn’t done this before, but I had seen some porn and usually the guy got all still and stuff after he finished his thrusts, so was this…the end?

“Is that it? Is it over? Did you have your happy time?” I asked and he growled in answer, taking hold of my hair and pulling to make me look directly at him.

“That’s not even close to it.” He pulled his hips back, drawing his cock almost all the way out of me then slammed deep into me once more, making me cry out, the intense feeling of him stretching me all at once, sending my mind spinning through a whirlpool. But when he did it again, I realised I was getting wetter, high on him as he held me down and started fucking me in a way I’d dreamed of being fucked for years, and the pain of it was fast giving way to pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around him on instinct, my heels driving into his ass as I worked to match his pace with my own hips, getting it all wrong immediately and moving to a completely off beat rhythm.

“Follow my lead, for Christ’s sake,” Niall hissed and I nodded as he gripped my hip with one hand and started moving me until I caught on to the dip and the rise, taking over from him and making him groan low as I got it right. It was still kinda sore, but I was enjoying the ride more now.

We finally found a natural rhythm between us, and his fingers locked tighter in my hair as he picked up his pace, the piercing in his cock rolling up my inside walls in a way that made me whimper with pleasure beneath him.

I clung to his inked shoulders as his muscular body dominated mine and I licked a line of the blood drying on his cheek, tasting my enemy’s death.

Niall turned his head, biting into my lower lip before speaking into my mouth. “I’m the demise of everyone who has every crossed you, love. Aim me at anyone you wish to see die by my hand, and I won’t question it. The answer is yes. Always fucking yes.”

He slowed his hips, circling them instead and I gasped as his cock ground against a sensitive spot inside me that made my clit buzz with pleasure. There was still some pain but holy hell in a handbasket, there was such good stuff as well. The stuff Mateo had gifted me with his mouth and fingers, Niall knew how to give to me too. As he continued to fuck me like that, I found myself shuddering and moaning, my nails cutting into the back of his neck while he watched me, bracing his forearms either side of my head as he slowed his hips to a torturously delicious pace.

“Look at me, Spider. Look at the man who’d kill an army of men for you,” he demanded and another wave of pleasure rolled through my pussy.

I was losing my mind all over again, an insane girl cracked even further by this hellion who possessed my flesh.

He arched over me, his biceps flexing as he took hold of the headboard with one hand and I licked a line along the ink on his chest as he started fucking me deep and fast, his pelvic bone grinding over my clit in this new position and I ground right back on him, my thighs clamped around him and my hips riding his from below.

Sex with him was honeyed torment. And between the ache and pleasure, I found bliss, my head tipping back and my moans picking up as his body cast mine to ruin. There were swirls and whirls in my head, a whole dream world of candy canes and chocolate dipping fountains bursting to life before my eyes. The Grim Reaper was there, floating along a peppermint brick road, tending to flowers which bloomed with petals made of sugar and cherries. Skeletons were hanging from a tree made of marshmallows, their feet kicking in an eternal jig while a squirrel peeped at me from the Coco Pop branches. No! Get out of here you peeping motherfucker of a-

“Hellfire!” I cried out, tumbling into a pit of pleasure so deep I was sure I would never climb out of it. He fucked me all the way through it, slow then fast, weaving more and more of my orgasm into existence and kissing me breathless like he wanted to taste my pleasure for himself.

I trembled all over as he let go of the headboard and dragged his thumb over my lips with a low laugh in his throat, savouring me, this moment, everything. I was wholly his, bound and marked forever by this perfect sin.

A smile lifted his lips in that manic way I loved and he stared at me with his eyes darkening to pitch, his cock so hard inside me that it was all I could think about. “Now it’s my turn.”

B rooklyn moaned as I thrust my hips again, the perfect feeling of her tight body sheathing mine making my damn head spin as this insanity took me hostage and refused to let go.

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking to get me to this point, but I did know that now that I was here, there was no turning back for me. I was a ruthless creature, one born of the worst of men and built on a foundation of sin, but she’d found a way to burst into my life and send everything I knew scattering for the walls, leaving me to scramble for them wildly in her wake.

She was an obsession unlike anything I’d ever known. The only person I’d ever allowed to truly see every part of me, and I wanted to see every part of her too.

This was it now for me. This was us and I was hers no matter what way she wanted me.

Her fingernails bit into my skin, her heated breath making my skin rise with goosebumps and her electric blue eyes drinking in every piece of me.

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