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Fucked By A Serial Killer (3)

Iris’s POVHe's inside me and my legs are over his shoulders. My mind finds it hard to grasp what’s happening to me.The man between my thighs is a man the entire city is hunting and his cock is buried inside me, hitting a place inside me that makes my thoughts dissolve like ice.He pulls his belt from the carpet. The leather is still warm. He grabs both my wrists and binds them together above my head, looping the belt tight, and pinning my arms to the floor. The leather digs into my skin and I pull against it, but it’s helpless."Don't," I gasp, yanking at the belt. "You can't just—""I can do whatever I want."He drives into me and the angle with my arms stretched above my head changes everything. My back arches off the carpet and my tits push upward and my pussy tilts so his cock grinds against my g-spot so."Your cunt is gripping my cock so tight."He pulls the knife from beside us, flat side against my ribs. He traces it up the curve of my breast while he fucks me, slow, cold ste

Fucked By A Serial Killer (4)

Iris’s POVHis cock pushes into me from behind and the entry on my swollen, oversensitive pussy rips a cry from my throat that fills the apartment.He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him and the first full stroke hits so deep my arms buckle and my face drops toward the carpet.He doesn't let me fall. He fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back while the belt loops around my throat with his other hand.The leather tightens against my windpipe and my air thins. He wraps the slack around his fist and uses both grips, my hair and my throat, to control my body while he fucks me from behind.The pace is brutal and animalistic, from the first stroke. Like he intends to break me. His hips slam against my ass and the force shoves me forward and the belt yanks me back."Every night, Iris," he says behind me, his voice rough and ragged, pulling the belt tighter. "I'm coming through that window every night. Into this apartment and into this pussy." He slams deep and my moan chokes agai

The Gladiator's Sex Slave

Sable’s POVI'm standing on a line with eleven other slave women, barefoot and oiled and waiting to be picked by a gladiator to be fucked brutally.Three days ago I had a home, and younger siblings I could give the world to, and a father who I didn’t realize had grew tired of me. Then the debts caught up and the collectors came and my father sold me for fourteen silver pieces without looking at my face while he counted.That's the price he sold his eldest daughter. Less than a horse, and more than a goat.I haven't cried since. Rage is more useful than tears and I've got enough of it to burn this arena to the ground if someone handed me a match.I watch as the gladiator pulls his sword from his opponent's throat and turns toward the crowd. Ten thousand people scream his name.“Kael! Kael! Kael!”He's massive, tall, bronze-skinned, and built like the gods carved him from something harder than flesh. Scars map every visible surface, his arms, his chest, and a jagged white line that runs

The Gladiator's Sex Slave (2)

Sable’s POVHis cock fills my mouth and the thickness stretches my jaw to its limit. I taste the saltiness in his cum and recoil.He grips the rope around my throat and pulls me forward, feeding himself deeper until the headof his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag so hard my body lurches.He pulls back and pushes in again even deeper that the stale bread they fed us slaves an hour before almost jumps out of my stomach.The rope controls my movement, dragging me onto his cock at his pace, and my throat convulses around him. Spit floods my mouth and pours from the corners and drips onto the furs. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to breath.I can’t let him use me like this. I can’t give up so easily.I bite down hardon his cock, enough to make him feel teeth through the thickness. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath.He pulls out, and his hand suddenly strikes my cheek. The slap rings off the stone walls as I gasp. My cheek burns and the shock and pain jolts through my body. My

The Gladiator's Sex Slave (3)

Sable’s POVHe pushes into my ass and the stretch is nothing like my pussy. Sharper. Tighter. A burning pressure that rips a scream from my throat so raw it scrapes my vocal cords.The oil the women worked into me is the only reason his cock fits at all and even with it my body fights the intrusion, clenching, resisting, and he pushes through the resistance with the steady force of a man."Kael, stop!" I gasp into the furs, my fists clawing the pelts. "It hurts, you're too big, I can't—""You can." He grips my hip and sinks another inch and the burn spreads through my whole lower body like a flame licking outward from the center.He keeps pushing and I scream into the furs and tears soak the pelts under my face. Then something shifts. The burning thins into a pressure that's intense and foreign and enormous but no longer tearing.My body accepts him the way it accepted his cock in my pussy, reluctantly, furiously, and with an arousal that I can feel dripping from my untouched pussy on

The Gladiator's Sex Slave (4)

Sable’s POVI straddle him and sink onto his cock. His cock fills me from below and I roll my hips and find an angle that grinds my clit against his body on every downstroke.The pleasure builds fast because my body is oversensitive from everything he's already done to me and every movement sends jolts through my swollen pussy.Riding is different from everything else because I control the depth and the pace.The realization that I'm choosing to fuck him instead of being fucked rewires something in my head that I'll never undo.His mouth finds my nipple. He sucks the peak between his lips, tongue circling, and bites gently and the sting makes me gasp and grind harder.He switches to the other, licking the flat of his tongue across it before closing his teeth and tugging. The pulling sensation while his cock is inside me and my clit grinds against him stacks the orgasm from three directions.I hold his head against my breast. My fingers dig into his scalp. I ride faster, harder, chasin

Forgive Me, Father (1)

Maren’s POV"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."The words leave my mouth, and on the other side of the wooden screen, Father Elijah shifts in his seat.Three weeks ago, I was crying in my apartment over a man who cheated on me with a woman twenty years older than him.My best friend Tessa told me to try church. I told her I'd rather focus on a bottle of wine, but she dragged me to Sunday mass anyway.I walked into St. Augustine's expecting stale hymns and old men in robes. What I got was Father Elijah stepping up to the pulpit, and every thought of my ex evaporating from my brain like it never existed.He's young for a priest — early thirties, maybe thirty-two. Dark hair that's a little too long for the clergy, pushed back from a face that belongs in a romance movie, not behind an altar.Sharp jaw, full mouth, grey-green eyes that make your panties soak when they stare at you. His hands grip the pulpit when he preaches — strong hands, veined forearms disappearing into rolled-up s

Forgive Me, Father (2)

Maren’s POVHis cock is thick on my tongue, and he tastes like nothing holy.I take him slowly because I want him to feel every second of his restraint unraveling. My lips drag along his shaft, my tongue traces the ridge of his head, and I hollow my cheeks and suck him deep enough that the tip nudges the back of my throat.The confession booth is dark and cramped and the wet sounds my mouth is making around his cock are obscene in the silence of the empty church.His hand tightens in my hair, and his hips rock forward involuntarily, pushing himself deeper. A groan tears out of him that he tries to kill by biting his own fist and fails.“This is — God, this is —” he chokes, his thigh muscles tensing under my hands.I pull off just enough to speak, my lips still brushing his tip, a string of spit connecting my mouth to his cock. “Say it,” I murmur, looking up at him through wet lashes. “Tell me what this is, Father.”“Sin,” he breathes, and his hand pushes my head back down.I take him

Forgive Me Father (3)

Maren’s POVHe fucks me over the altar like a man exorcising himself.Every thrust is deep, punishing and deliberate, his hands gripping my hips hard enough that I can feel the bruises blooming in real time. My wrists are still bound behind my back with his rosary, the wooden beads biting into my skin every time he slams forward. My cheek is pressed against the cold stone and my mouth is open and the sounds coming out of me is the filthiest hymn ever sung.“This is what you wanted,” he growls behind me, driving deep enough that I feel him in my stomach. “You wanted a priest to lose his mind over your pussy.”“Yes,” I moan into the stone, pushing my hips back to meet him. “Yes, I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me on your altar, Elijah. I wanted to ruin you.”“You have,” he says, and his voice cracks on the word and the raw honesty of it hits me harder than any thrust. He pulls out to the tip and slams back in and the sound of skin against skin echoes off every surface of this ch

Forgive Me, Father (4)

Maren’s POVHe lays me down on the altar on my back. Both of us soaking from the baptistry, water pooling on the stone beneath me, dripping off his body onto mine.The cold stone against my wet skin makes my nipples tighten, and he watches that happen with eyes that have gone completely dark with lust.He reaches for his collar. Unbuckles it from his own throat for the first time, and holds it in his hand, looking at it like he’s saying goodbye to someone.Then he wraps it around my neck, buckles it, and adjusts it so the white band sits snug against my throat.I’m wearing a priest’s collar while lying naked on his altar with his cum still drying on my face and his baptismal water still dripping from my body.The blasphemy of it sends a wave of heat through me so intense my back arches off the stone.“Keep it on,” he says, bracing his hands on either side of my head, lowering himself over me. “I want to see my collar on your throat while I’m inside you.”He lines himself up and pushes

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