LOGINElias’s POV~ At the same time, I worked my thumb into her asshole, pushing past that tight ring, feeling her clench around me as I stretched her open, feeling her body try to accommodate the sheer filth of what I was doing to her. She was so full. So completely stuffed with me. "That's it," I groaned, my balls slapping against her clit with every filthy stroke, the sound was wet and rhythmic and filthy. "Take it. Take Daddy's thumb in your ass while he fucks your womb. You're so fucking tight around me, baby. So fucking perfect. This pussy was made for my cock. This body was built to be bred by me." I grabbed her hair and I pulled her head back, forcing her to look toward the cracked garage door. The streetlamp illuminated the side of her face, her ruined makeup, her swollen lips, her eyes glazed and desperate. "See that light?" I panted, my cock pounding her cervix, my thumb buried to the knuckle in her ass, my other hand wrapped in her hair like a leash. "Old man Henderson i
Elias’s POV~ I dragged Sloane into the garage by her wrist and the door was already cracked six inches. The streetlamp outside cut a thin blade of orange light across the concrete floor and across the glossy black hood of my Mustang, and the night air was cool but my skin was on fire. My cock was a thick, aching bar of iron straining against my zipper, leaking so much precum that the front of my slacks was soaked through and sticking to my thigh in a dark, wet patch. I could feel my heartbeat in the swollen head of my cock. It had been throbbing since I claimed her throat, while Judith was upstairs. Now I was going to claim the rest. She stumbled against the car and the metal was cold against her stomach. Her tits spilled out of the torn remnants of her dress, heavy and pale, the nipples dark and fat and still bruised from my teeth the night before. I grabbed what was left of the neckline and I ripped it clean off her body. The silk fabric tore like wet paper, shredding
Elias’s POV~ I started fucking her throat in earnest. I used brutal, claiming strokes that made her gag and sob around me, her hands slapping against my thighs, her body trembling. I told her how beautiful she looked with my cock down her throat. I told her she was never going out with another man again. I told her this mouth was my personal fuckhole, my property, my toy to use whenever I wanted. She moaned around me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine. "I'm going to cum," I panted, my hips stuttering, my grip on her hair painful. "And you're going to swallow every drop like a good little slut. You're going to take Daddy's load down your throat and remember who owns you." She nodded as much as she could, her eyes rolling back, her throat working around me. I exploded. It was endless. Pulse after pulse of thick hot cum flooding her mouth, shooting straight down her throat. I held her
Elias’s POV~ Her teeth sank into my fingers hard enough to draw blood, her eyes blazing up at me with pure filthy defiance even as she sucked. I hissed, my cock jerking so violently against my slacks that I felt another hot spurt of precum leak out, soaking the fabric completely. "You little brat," I snarled, but I was grinning, dark and demonic. "You want to play rough?" I spun her around and slammed her chest against the door. Her breasts pressed flat against the wood, her cheek turned to the side, her breath fogging the peephole. I kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs until her ass was pushed out toward me, that perfect pink cunt on full display, glistening and swollen and dripping onto the hardwood floor. The foyer was dark, but the staircase was ten feet away. Judith's room was upstairs. Vivian had left hours ago, but anyone could walk down. Anyone could hear us. I didn't give a single fuck. I unbuckled my belt. The leather slid through the loops with a hiss
Elias’s POV~ I watched from the upstairs window as a black Mercedes pulled into the driveway. The man who got out was tall, broad-shouldered, handsome in a way that made my teeth grind together. He wore a charcoal suit with no tie, and when Sloane stepped onto the porch, his eyes dragged down her body like he owned the right to look. She was wearing a black dress that should have been illegal. It clung to her breasts like a second skin, the neckline plunging so low that the inner curves were visible, heavy and full, swaying as she walked. The fabric was thin enough that her nipples were outlined, dark and hard, pressing against the silk. The hem stopped mid-thigh, and when she turned to lock the door, a gust of wind lifted the skirt just enough to show the bottom curve of her bare ass. The man put his hand on her lower back. His fingers drifted down, resting on the top of her ass, and she let him. She actually let him touch her there, in the spot where I had gripped her thr
Elias’s POV~ Friday, 11:47 PM: Three weeks, four days since the funeral. The scotch had been sweating on my desk for forty-seven minutes. I knew because I had counted them while staring at the ice, watching it shrink, cube by fucking cube, diluting the amber into something weak and dishonest. Just like me. It was Friday. I was sure of that much because Sloane had mentioned breakfast plans with a friend on Saturday, and the anticipation of her leaving the house tomorrow had already settled in my gut like a stone. But the date? The fourteenth? The fifteenth? I couldn't recall. The days had begun bleeding together somewhere between the burial and the first time I caught myself staring at her ass while she bent over the dryer. She had killed me that morning at breakfast. Six-fifteen AM. I had been awake since four, my cock rigid and aching, leaking into my boxers from a dream I couldn't remember but didn't need to. I had gone downstairs to punish myself with cold coffee
Elena’s POV~The next morning, I moved like a criminal.It was 6:45 AM. The house was dead silent, but I knew better. I needed to leave the house for school before daddy woke up. I had been trying so hard to avoid him. I shoved my feet into my sneakers, grabbed my bag, and crept down the hall. My
Elena’s POV~The pink box was heavy. I was carrying it down the hallway. Toward his room. Like he told me to. Because he TOLD me to. And I did it. Like a good girl. Like an idiot.My arms were shaking. Not from the weight of the box but from the fact that I could hear him behind me. His bare feet o
Elena’s POV~I stopped breathing. My hand was still buried inside me, slick and aching, trapped between my legs and his iron grip. I couldn't pull it out. I didn't want to.He pulled slowly. Agonizingly slowly..My juices made a wet, sucking noise as he dragged my fingers out of my pussy.He held m
To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing of







