Chapter 14: Look at how her pussy grips him. Fuck!
Lilith screamed.
The stretch was immediate and devastating. Too much, too fast, too big. Her body tried to resist the intrusion but he was already buried to the hilt, his hips flush against hers, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
"Fuck," Sebastian groaned, his head falling back for a moment. "Tight. So fucking tight."
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
Didn’t pause to let her body accommodate him.
Just pulled back and slammed forward again. Set a brutal punishing pace that had her crying out with every thrust.
Each impact drove her back into the couch. Each stroke felt like he was splitting her in half. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the hall, mixing with her broken sobs and his rough breathing.
"That’s it," he growled. "Take it. Take every fucking inch like the good little payment you are."
His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, gripping them roughly, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. His thumbs found her nipples and pressed down.
The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming.
Her body didn’t know how to process it. Didn’t know whether to fight or surrender.
Sebastian made the decision for her.
He leaned down, his mouth closing over one breast while he continued to pound into her. His teeth scraped her nipple, bit down just shy of drawing blood, and she cried out.
"You like that," he said against her skin. "I can feel your pussy clenching every time I hurt you a little."
She shook her head mutely, tears streaming down her face.
"Liar," he said, and bit down harder.
From somewhere to her left, she heard Nicholas’s voice. Cold. Clinical.
"How does she feel?"
Sebastian pulled back slightly, his pace never faltering. "Perfect. Tight and wet and responsive. Every thrust makes her whimper."
"Good," Nicholas said. "Break her in properly. I want her ready for all of us."
Lilith’s head turned toward where Nicholas and Lucian stood watching.
Both of them were still fully clothed. Both of them were watching Sebastian destroy her with expressions that ranged from cold assessment to hungry anticipation.
Like they were watching entertainment.
Like she was nothing more than a toy being tested before they took their turns.
"Eyes on me," Sebastian snarled, gripping her jaw and forcing her face back toward his. "When I’m fucking you, you look at me. No one else."
His pace increased.
Somehow, impossibly, harder. Faster. More brutal.
Each thrust hit something deep inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Her back arched involuntarily, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.
"That’s it," Sebastian said, satisfaction in his voice. "Feel that? That’s your body remembering what it was made for. Taking cock. Being used. Serving."
His hand moved between their bodies, found her clit, and pressed down hard.
The orgasm ripped through her without warning.
She came screaming, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his thickness. Wave after wave of shameful pleasure crashed over her while she sobbed.
She hated that it felt good.
Hated that her body was betraying her.
Hated everything about this except she couldn’t stop it.
Sebastian kept pounding through her orgasm, prolonging it, intensifying it until she was shaking and begging him to stop.
"Please — please — too much —"
"You can take more," he said. "And you will."
He pulled out suddenly.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he was flipping her over, pulling her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees on the couch.
"This is my favorite position," he said, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart. "I want to watch my cock disappear into this tight little pussy. Want to see exactly how well you take it."
He slammed back inside and she screamed into the leather cushions.
The angle was different. Deeper. More intense.
He gripped her hips with both hands and used her, pounding into her with relentless force. Each thrust rocked her entire body forward. Each impact felt like he was trying to break her from the inside out.
"Look at that," Lucian’s voice came from somewhere nearby. "Look at how her pussy grips him. Fuck, I can’t wait for my turn."
"Patience," Nicholas said. "Let Sebastian finish. Then she’s yours."
The casual way they discussed her....like she wasn’t even there, like she was just an object they were sharing.....made something inside her break a little more.
Sebastian’s pace became erratic. His breathing rougher. His grip on her hips bruising.
"Fuck....I’m close," he groaned. "Going to fill this pussy up. Mark you from the inside."
