Property Of Reaper King

10- Remy

Decker didn’t wait for us to get in the cabin fully.

The second we went in, he slammed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine like he was trying to fuse us together.

His mouth found my throat. Biting and sucking all at once. He made sure I couldn’t move but take all of this, my thighs rubbing together as he said raspily, “Do you have any idea what he could have done to you? If one of his minions saw you and wanted to show you a f*****g lesson?”

I couldn’t move and the euphoria shooting through my brain was short circuiting every reasonable thought I had. “I… I was taking a break— f**k, f**k, f**k,”

He was on the sensitive spot on my ear now, biting as his hands moved down to my pants. “I don’t believe that s**t. You wanted me to get mad, you wanted me to put you in your place in the only way you know how,”

“No.” But I sounded weak. My whole body trembled as he pulled my zipper down, his hand already going in. “No, Decker, I don’t—”

He turned me around like I was nothing, his other hand pinning me to the cabin wall with his hand on the back of my neck and he shoved two fingers in.

The intrusion burned through me, my p***y instantly clenching as I inhaled. I wanted to turn and look at him but he only pressed my harder and began to f**k me. Hard. “What? You don’t want this? Even when you’re this f*****g wet? I’m sure even you can hear it,”

I wanted to see the look he had on his face, but I couldn’t move— and the fact that all I could do was arch my ass and feel him thrusting in and out of me like I was nothing more than a slut.

Yes. f**k, yes.

“I’m gonna bruise,” My p***y tingled. My toes curled as I stood on them, trying to arch into him. My n*****s strained into my top, begging for friction. I wanted to rub my n*****s against the wall but I still couldn’t move.

“You like that thought,” He growled against my ear, his fingers curling inside me, hitting a spot that made a loud moan escape my lips. “You want everyone to see what I did to you. Want them to know exactly who you belong to. Kane’s little slut. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” My heart was going to explode. He was so close. I wanted him to bite me again. No. No. I wanted his c**k inside me. “Aren’t you gonna f**k me then, hmm? Make me your f*****g c*m—”

He pulled his fingers out and whipped me around to face him.

I let out a sound I'd never made before. “You son of a—“

“Say it.” The heat from his voice had goosebumps spreading through my body. My p***y quivered at the stare he was giving, at the way he looked so mad. “I dare you to finish that f*****g sentence.”

“I’m sorry.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt. “On your knees”

I dropped so fast my knees cracked against the floor. I reached for his zipper but instantly felt his hand reach out for my hair, yanking me upward, “Who said you could f*****g touch? Thought you were a good and obedient w***e? Want this to end?”

Oh, f**k. I was so hungry for him I couldn’t even think straight. “Then how am I supposed to—”

He yanked again. Pain burned through my head and shot right to my middle. I gasped, hearing the zipper before all of a sudden, feeling something warm and hard and… pulsing right on my cheek.

My eyes opened.

He was veiny. And huge. So f*****g huge. I’d dreamed about his c**k so much that I’d once thought nothing would ever compare to dream Decker c**k. What a f*****g joke. “I—”

He slammed his c**k into my mouth. “I feel teeth and I’m tying you to the bed and cumming on the floor. You want that?”

No.

But I couldn’t speak. My jaw felt like it was about to fall to the floor. My eyes teared up. I couldn’t breathe as he f****d my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as if daring me to throw up.

It hurt so much and it felt so good.

“So your mouth can be put to good use, huh?” He sounded wrecked, his face in an expression that wasn’t disgust. He looked so f*****g gone. And it was all because of me. I opened my mouth further and curled my tongue under his c**k. “f**k. f**k, Remy.”

He grabbed the back of my head and slammed.

The jolt sent electricity through my body as my vision blurred. I wanted to touch him but I could do nothing but slobber all over him as he went so deep I stopped breathing and almost passed out.

“Called you a b***h in heat and you ran away, but look at you, grinding all over the floor,”

I couldn't help it. My hips moved on their own, desperate for anything to ride. He tasted like heaven and hell and I was so wet I could barely think.

“Look at me.”

He took his c**k out.

I almost broke into a cry but his grip on my hair hadn’t gone. If anything, he made me look up at him, his hand wrapped around it. His grey eyes were stormy, staring down at me like he was my karma for every shitty I’d done in the world. “You want my c*m, brat?”

I nodded. I let my tongue out, struggling to keep my hands by my side. I grinded hard on the floor as he moaned, watching his hand move over the tip. His voice sounded husky, his eyes tightening as he watched me. “Cry for it.”

My body responded like he’d f*****g programmed it from day one. “Please, please, please, sir. I’ll be— I’ll be so f*****g good. I’ll— I’ll do whatever you want. I promise—”

He hit me across the face. “Louder.”

A sound I didn’t know I could make left my lips and my p***y clenched harder as heat enveloped my whole body. “PLEASE. I need it. I need your c*m. I need you to mark me. I need everyone to know I'm yours. Please, Sir.

Please, please, please—”

His c*m hit my face.

His groan echoed through the cabin as I felt it on my tongue, lips, eyes. I smelled the manly and musky scent of his as my body floated into euphoria, my mouth opening wider so he could coat every inch of my face in him.

Then he was done and tucking himself in. “Don’t touch yourself tonight. You need to be in your best shape for work tomorrow.”

What? “Decker, what are you—?”

But he was gone, slamming the door on me.

I stared at it for a long time.

And then I screamed.