Page 314 of Fatality

“Look at you," he rasps in a husky voice. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.”

My gaze drifts downward at myself before I shift it back to him, taking in his eyes, hair, and lips.

His free hand pushes his pants down enough for him to free himself, his piercings always fascinate me.

He spits into his hand and strokes himself roughly twice. His other hand on my neck pushes my upper body against the counter.

“Look at me.” he orders gruffly.

I raise my eyes to meet his in the mirror, they connect through our reflection. His face is flushed red.

He aligns himself, sliding his pierced tip along my slit—the cold of the metal making me gasp—before thrusting inside me in one brutal motion.

The pain-pleasure from the sensation of fullness and rightness makes me cry out.

“Gods!” he hisses between his teeth, a clear indication of his pleasure.

He sets instantly a brutal, rapid pace, each thrust is deep enough for me to cry-moan out each time.

“Louder,” His voice is strained “Let the whole club hear.”

His free hands come down in a vicious arc and slaps my ass cheeks, I scream.

The sting making it even more addictive.

Then it snakes under and cups my breasts through my top, he palms it, before pinching my nipple and rolling it under his index and thumb.

“Evren!” I shout.

He only growls in response, his pace becoming urgent, and faster.

“I’m going to come,” He rasps, his voice tight with the effort to control himself “And you’re going to fucking take it.”

His arm retreats from my nipple and hooks around my leg, pulling it upward, the hand on my neck slides and grabs my hip hard enough to bruise.

The only foot left isn’t even touching the floor, he is carrying the weight.

The new angle makes him go even deeper, hitting the right spot.

I feel I lost myself completely.

I scream as I come on his cock, clenching and convulsing around him.

My hips buckling weakly, trying to ride the waves of my climax.

“Riven!” He roars my name and snaps his hips forward one last time, folding himself on top of me, his forehead dropping in between my shoulder blades.

His hips giving shallow thrusts, grinding and rolling while I feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moves, panting.

Then he pulls out, with a wet sound.

I wince at the sudden loss before straightening up, smoothing my clothes while he does the same.

Once we're presentable again, he turns to face me and cups my face.

“Let's get back to your friends,” he pants before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And don't fucking trip over your own feet.”