Page 25 of Beautiful Venom
With a shaky breath, I cover my eyes with my free arm and say in a resigned tone, “Do whatever you want.”
I think I can feel his hand tightening around my wrist the slightest bit, but maybe that’s just my head’s way of making myself believe that a part of him cares.
That part of him can see how fucked up this is and maybe do it gently, unlike the way he promised.
But I should’ve known better.
Kane shoves my legs apart farther and thrusts inside me in one go.
My back arches off the ground as pain explodes inside me, and I let out a scream.
It hurts.
God. Ithurts.
He’s so big and I’m barely wet from when he slapped my pussy. Not to mention, my muscles are so tense, I feel like my back will snap.
My lips tremble and I squeeze my eyes shut as tears gather in my lids.
Red.
The word is red.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stop the single syllable from spilling out.
Pain is okay.
I’ve handled countless types of pain throughout my life. This is nothing.
This is just a nuisance that will be over soon.
His controlled breathing fills my ears, sharp and timed with his thrusts.
Inhale.Thrust.
Exhale.Out.
Inhale.Thrust.
Exhale.Out.
I decide to focus on the rhythm, waiting and praying for the ordeal to be over. He’ll finish soon enough. All men do.
“Relax.” His words sound like he’s bored. “The more you stiffen, the longer this gets. Remember.” He slaps the side of my ass. “I’ll switch holes if this one doesn’t satisfy me.”
His words only manage to tighten my muscles further.
I’ve never had anal sex. If he does it without prep using that dick of his, I’ll probably die.
Okay, let’s be smart about this. Breathing deeply, I try to relax.
It’s just another fuck, Dahlia. You were never really satisfied by them anyway.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It’ll be over soon.
