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It also turns my core to molten lava, my thighs clenching tightly as heat floods between them. Then I gasp sharply as the belt tightens around my neck. His hand drops away, and takes the length of the belt in his fist, tugging hard enough to let me feel it cinch tight around my windpipe.

Holy fucking shit.

I’ve always known Mal had a dark creature inside him. A monster.

A psychopath.

But for the first time I’m seeing it face to face, without a mask.

I’m seeingallof him, and it scares the living shit out of me.

It also has my thighs quivering and my nipples tightening to aching points. It has my core flooding my panties with a sticky hot heat and my heart pounding in my ears.

Maybe he really is a psychopath and a monster. But if that’s the case, it just means I’m as deranged as he is. Because I fuckingneed this. Iwantthe edge. I want to look into the bottom of the abyss and scream in defiance at it.

“Take out my cock.”

My hands shake as I reach for him. My fingers brush his warm skin, my eyes sweeping up the grooves of his abs and v-lines as I pop the button of his pants. The zipper follows. My fingers curl into the elastic of his briefs, tugging them and his pants down together.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

Everytime I see this man’s cock, my jaw drops. My pulse skips and my mouth literally waters, and same as always, there’s a throbbing ache in my core as my thighs clench.

He’s fuckinghuge.

“Hands between your legs, inside your pants. I want you to rub your dripping little cunt while I fuck your mouth like a good little slut.”

Sweet fucking god.

My eyes drag from his swollen, heavy cock and up to his fierce gaze.

“Touchyour fucking pussy,” he growls quietly, tugging on the belt around my neck as if to make his point. I whimper, nodding eagerly as my hands delve into my pants and into the black lace of my panties.

I’m fuckingsoaked.

My fingers slip messily through my folds, rubbing the throbbing nub of my clit as I squirm on my knees in front of him.

“Open your pretty mouth.”

The second I do, the belt tightens, yanking me toward him as Mal pushes his hips forward.

Fuck…

His fat cock pushes past my lips, stretching my jaw wide as his swollen head roughly rams over my tongue and into the back of my throat. I feel myself rebel, gagging a little as Mal invades my mouth. Then he’s pulling back out, allowing me some air as I gasp and whimper, looking up into his steely blue eyes.

“Good girl.”

He fucks his cock back into my mouth, pushing deep into the back of my throat. I choke again, sputtering and coughing phlegm all over his cock. When he draws it out again, it’s glistening and wet, a thick line of spit dripping from the head onto my bottom lip.

Mal smiles darkly.

“Such a pretty little slut, on your knees like a good girl.”

I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t knowwhythis turns me into a fucking puddle and makes me yearn to dive even farther, deeper, darker.

But it does.

Hedoes.

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