Page 99 of The Monster and the Masochist

With a hard, wet swallow, I opened my mouth to speak, and my voice came out in a low, broken rasp.

“Wreck me, baby,” I whispered, and the look of pure ownership that flickered across her face made it abundantly clear that everything she’d just told me was true.

I’d just sold my soul to a psychopath, and there was no going back now.

A pleased smirk curled across her blood-red lips, and she hummed in my ear.

“Come for me, Theodora,” she ordered softly, increasing the pace again. It barely took two strokes.

On Cassandra’s command, I came.

She bit down on the side of my neck as my orgasm slammed into me. My body arched helplessly as I was consumed by a white-hot moment of pure euphoria.

Her sharp teeth split my flesh, and I knew I’d wake up with a bruise even as I completely lost myself in wave after wave of pleasure.

She continued to finger my clit through the entire ride, worrying her teeth into my flesh like a little blood-crazed demon as I grunted and moaned through the mind-numbing waves of ecstasy.

“Fuck…” I hissed when I finally started to come down. Only when I was reduced to a twitching, overstimulated mess, did Cassandra release her teeth from my neck.

It took even longer for her to release my clit.

I yelped when she slapped my pussy sharply before finally sliding her hand out of my pants. Enthralled, I watched as she slid her fingers into her mouth to suck them clean.

“Jesus Christ, Cassandra…” I whined, and slowly, that cold look on her face began to dissipate. The warmer version of her seemed to rise back up to the surface, and she leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Nolan was here for work. It got weird when he tried to tell me he was in love with me or some bullshit. That’s why he brought me flowers. They were supposed to be a bribe or something to get me to forgive him. I was so shocked I didn’t even realize he’d grabbed me.”

I swallowed as I listened, still barely able to keep myself upright after that mind-bending orgasm she’d just given me.

“I’d rather eat literal shit than fuck Nolan Cross, Theodora. From now on, I will not be fucking anyone other than you… and I expect the same from you.”

Still unable to speak, I just nodded dumbly.

She tilted her head, pressing her lips close to my ear again, and her voice came out low and dark as she said the most fucked up thing anyone had ever said to me in my life.

“If I find out you’ve fucked someone else, I will kill them, and make you watch.”

She pulled away, studying my face to see how I would react.

I didn’t know if this was some sort of test to see if I could handle her level of crazy… but fuuuuckkkk meeeeee.

I loved my women fucking crazy.

“I understand.” I gulped, and a lethal smile curled across her lips.

“Good girl,” she purred.

Then she turned away, stalking out of the room and leaving me there in the boneless puddle of nonsense she’d reduced me to.

‘I’m obsessed with you,’ I mouthed at her back, knowing she would never see it.

She paused at the door and glanced back at me, a small frown creasing her brow.

“I… I’m sorry for hitting you. I lose control of… I lost control for a moment.”

I swallowed, touching a hand to my still stinging cheek, and gave her a shaky smile.

“Baby girl, if I didn’t like getting hit in the face, do you think I’d do what I do for a living? I’m not mad about it.”