Page 112 of The Harbinger

My body writhed with ecstasy, my numbed mind along for the ride.

Fingers pressed into me, stretching me with a deliciousness that wrapped me into a tight bundle, his tongue still working my sensitive clit as he built me back up. He moved in and out with a come here motion, hitting the singular space inside me that would bring me to another orgasm with haste.

“Join me, Mia.”

My stomach flipped at the call of my name, but my skin burned wherever he touched, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d burst into flames, my ashes to blow away in the wind. There would be no resurrection of the old me, no going back to my guarded self. I wasn’t a Phoenix that would crawl out of the embers.

Sacha gripped my wrist and brought it down to where his fingers moved inside me. “Join me, Mia,” he said again. “Press your finger inside your cunt and move with me.”

My stomach swirled as he positioned himself above me. With a quick swipe, he removed my juices from his lips, my hips still bucking against his touch.

His hand guided mine as if my fingers weren’t familiar with the feel of my body, my fingers pressing into the wetness he’d created.

“Do you like that?” His thumb pressed against my clit as he left my hand to obey.

I nodded, pressing my finger inside, and settled between his two already slick with my need. A gasp ripped from my throat as our fingers stretched my body, my hand moving in time with his.

“That’s it,milaya.Ride our fingers. Make your cunt weep.”

I tipped my head back, pinching my lids closed as he consumed me, his thumb grinding against my clit while our fingers pumped in and out. My hips bucked, the pressure inside me climbed to never-ending peaks until I fell. My body shuddered, and his name sat on my tongue like sweet cream, thick and delicious.

His lips slammed down onto mine, his tongue bitter with my taste yet savory from the dinner he’d eaten. I wrapped my arm around him, pressing his body close to mine, our fingers sliding out of me and brushing against my swollen clit, causing me to shudder, then wrapped my bare legs around his jean-clad waist.

My craving for him ripped through my chest, leaving my heart bare and bloodied. If only he’d see what he’d done to me.

“I need you, Sacha.” I broke away from our kiss, pulling on his shirt until it disappeared over his head. “I want you to fuck me like thenothingyou’ve made me.”

A growl vibrated his chest as he climbed off the bed, discarded the rest of his clothes, and reached for me. His hand clasped over my arm and yanked me from the bed, my back levitating before my feet hit the floor before him.

“Gladly.” He spun me around as his sinfully large cock rose to attention. “Bend over.”

With my face to my knees, my head swam, the blood rushing to my skull, pounding in my ears.

Thwack.

I jolted, his hand slapping against my wet, bare center, followed by the swipe of his cock at my entrance.

“Put your arms here.” His fingertip dug into the base of my spine and rubbed until I did as he asked, crossing my arms behind my back. He latched onto them with one hand, his other guiding his bulbous head into me.

I whimpered as he pressed in.

“Like you’re nothing?”

I nodded, my cheeks flushing with elation. “Yes,” I panted, my rapid breaths reverberating in my ears. “Please.”

Sacha’s words echoed through my mind, his previous command snaking down my spine like a serpent. Give me your pain.

The agony had been physical back then, his savage thrusts pushing deep into my womb. But now, it was a mental torment, his vitriol spewing like venom, seeping into my very being.

Whatever his reasons for the abuse, they vanished in the white powder I had snorted. Now, I was reborn, yet utterly numb.

His grip on my wrists tightened, and he thrust forward with force. A scream of pleasure and pain tore from my throat as my body arched and trembled. He pulled back, leaving just the tip of him inside me, then surged forward again, his rhythm quickening like a man desperate for release.

Sweat slicked my skin, my heart struck against my chest with fervency. Blood pooled in my brain, the pressure bulging at my temples.

Sacha’s last thrust hit deep, spreading crackling pain across my abdomen, his thumb probing my dark entrance.

“I’m going to take this tight hole.” He sunk his thumb to the knuckle as I squirmed and moaned. Fire singed the untouched muscles as they stretched to accommodate him, driving a confining fullness into me.