CHAPTER 6

Magnus's thrusts slowed, grinding deep instead of pounding, his cock pulsing hot inside my spasming hole. Cum dripped from my spent dick, mixing with sweat and blood on the carpet. My body quivered, wrecked from the orgasm, muscles twitching under his weight. He released my hair, fingers loosening just enough to slide one arm around my chest, hauling me up. Knees scraped carpet as he pulled me close, back slamming against his scarred torso, his heartbeat thundering against my spine.

His free hand clamped my jaw, twisting my head sideways. Lips crashed into mine bruising, his forceful tongue shoving past teeth, tasting my gasps. Beard scraped my cheek raw, stubble grinding into fresh bite marks. He broke the kiss with a suck on my lower lip, teeth nipping until copper flooded my mouth. 'Mine,' he growled, breath scorching my ear. Then his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard, teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh below my ear. Pain bloomed sharp, skin tearing under the bite, blood trickling warm down my collarbone.

I whimpered, body arching back into him, ass clenching around his buried cock. Emotional haze wrapped us, his scars pressing my bites from years ago, a twisted reminder of when I'd been the one marking him. Now, reversed, his dominance owned every inch. His hips rolled lazy, stirring his shaft inside me, prostate throbbing under the pressure. Hands roamed possessive, one sliding down my gaunt chest, pinching my nipples raw, twisting until I bucked. Fingers dug bruises into ribs, tracing my thin frame like mapping property.

'This body,' he murmured against my neck, lips brushing the fresh bite, tongue lapping blood slowly. 'Broken for me. Every scar, every tremble is mine to ruin.' Voice dropped colder, threat laced with dark promise. 'Beg for the drug again, and I'll chain you here. Fuck you daily until your hole forgets anything but my cock.' His other hand mauled my hip, nails gouging deeper, squeezing ass cheek where he'd bitten earlier.

His thumb pressed my rim, feeling his own girth stretch me wide, slick with our mess.I gasped, head lolling on his shoulder, vision blurry from the throat squeeze earlier. Ache built fresh despite the shattering release, my cock twitching half-hard, leaking precum again. Guilt flickered for my wife, father-in-law's fate hanging, but drowned in his power. 'Magnus... please,' I rasped, voice hoarse, submission flooding hot. Craved more ruin, his cold control cracking my soul open. Emotional intimacy twisted with the brutality, his whispers not just threats, but vows was binding me deeper.

He chuckled low, vibration rumbling through his chest into mine. Hand snaked lower, fisting my re-hardening cock, stroking it rough, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. 'Good slut. Ache for it. Your desperation feeds me.' His teeth grazed my neck again, biting lighter this time, sucking welts that'd bruise purple tomorrow. He pulled me tighter, cock shifting inside, grinding slow circles that punched pleasure deep. His scars rasped my back, fresh ones from my old bites now grinding mine with mirrored pain sealing us.

Whispers turned possessive. 'I'll save him. One dose but you? You're dosed on me forever. This ass, this throat is mine to choke, mine to fill.' Lips sealed over another spot on my neck, bruising kiss turning to savage bite, canines piercing muscle. Blood welled, dripping onto his hand as he jerked me faster. I moaned loud, hips bucking into his fist, ass pushing back to take more cock. Body trembled broken, gaunt frame no match for his bulk, but needs overpowered exhaustion.

His dominance softened a fraction, intimate in the ownership. Hand released my jaw, cupping my face instead, thumb tracing lip swollen from kisses. 'Feel it, Finn. Owned completely.' Pressed me flush against him, chest to back, his free arm banding my waist like iron. Cock throbbed inside, not thrusting yet, just owning the space. His mouth returned to my neck, lingering bites, sucking slow, teeth dragging skin without breaking, marking with hickeys and bruises. Each one pulsed with his heartbeat, claiming territory.

Tears pricked my eyes, a mix of pain, ecstasy, surrender. My father-in-law's life was secured, but at the cost of my everything, my soul bartered for this merciless hold. Yet I ached beneath him, my hole fluttering greedily, craving the next brutal claim. 'More,' I whispered, voice cracking, my body pressing desperately into his heat. His laugh rumbled dark, hand tightening on my cock, hips canting sharp, hint of coming thrusts. Night promised endless, his threats weaving promises, leaving me shattered and hungry for deeper breaking.