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She belonged to him. He got to her first. He saved her, didn’t he? Slipping a finger inside her hot hole, Sinjin groaned. “You’re gonna give me this pretty, little cunt to ruin, aren’t you, princess?” His finger sawing in and out, he added a second.
Her legs fell open, offering her pussy to him.
With just a thrust of his hips, he could slide his dick inside.
“What a good girl you are already,” he crooned, finger-fucking her hard. Smashing into her clit. “This tight little pussy already knows who it belongs to, and as soon as you’re with me, baby, so will you.”
Awake, yet not, Breanna panted out these sweet-sounding cries, her hips rising to meet his merciless fingers, plunging deep inside her. “More, princess?” He scissored them, and spearing in a third, that sweet sound turned guttural. “Better get used to it. Gonna stretch you way more than that with my dick.”
With it rubbing between the cheeks of her ass, Sinjin fingered her harder. Faster. Her pussy squelched with each penetration. Sweetness ran down his forearm, it dripped from his wrist. Letting her head loll on his chest, his other hand dropped between her legs to rub her clit.
Breanna arched her back, the sweet sound ceasing, then relaxed against him.
He licked her from his fingers and watched her breathing slow.
Grazing his knuckles along her cheek, he whispered, “Wake up now, princess.”
I want in.
Breanna gazed down into the ballroom from the top of the staircase. Like a scene from some wicked fairytale or the pages of a Gothic novel, couples whirled around the dance floor, ethereal beneath a candlelit chandelier. Gathering the skirts of her gown, she descended.
He stepped out from the shadows with that almost imperceptible smirk on his face. His presence commanding in an elegant black suit, Sinjin stood waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Extending a gloved hand, his deep voice amber honey, he spoke, “Breanna.”
She took it, the name euphonious to her coming from his mouth.
Appraising her with an unwavering stare, his eyes flashed feral. Sinjin picked up a glass and held it to her lips. “Drink.”
Its contents bitter, Breanna only managed a few sips. Choking, leather-encased fingers trailed down her throat to slip inside the low-cut bodice of her gown. He rubbed her nipple. A delicious sensation pooled low in her belly, and she whimpered.
“Very nice,” Sinjin crooned, pinching the sensitive flesh.
Holy hell.
A cat-like sound came from somewhere deep inside her.
“That’s better.”
His arm encircling her waist, Sinjin escorted her to the center of the floor. He led her in the dance, diaphanous silk swirling at her feet, faster and faster. The air was cold and dank but embraced in his arms, whiskey eyes locked on hers, tiny beads of sweat erupted on her skin. As the room revolved around her, faces blurred. Abruptly, he stopped, and the blood drained from her head to her limbs, making them heavy.
Sinjin thrust his hands inside her gown, squeezing her breasts. “You’re gonna give me this pretty, little cunt to ruin, aren’t you, princess?”
Yes.
Do it.
Do it.
Please. Do it.
Fingers clutching the edge of her bodice, Sinjin tore the gown from her body, and naked, pushed her down to the floor. He penetrated her pussy, filling it. His thrusts were merciless. Her weighted limbs wide open.
“What a good girl you are already.”
The room kept spinning around her. And though the band played on, the featureless couples stopped their whirling to watch them. As they stood, trance-like, witnessing the hedonistic display, one by one, their heads detached from their bodies. Severed by an invisible blade, ribbons of crimson spewing from their necks, they rolled across the floor.
Unaffected by the macabre scene unfolding around them, thrusting in time to the frenzied melody, Sinjin continued his fucking. “Better get used to it.”
She writhed with him in the bloody mess, her whole body seizing. A dark figure, whose face she couldn’t see, emerged from the recesses of the hall.
