I know, I know! There’s always a risk, right? That’s okay, I know people. Well, I thought I did. Keeping away from psychos is what I do best. Well, here’s the moment one of those calculated risks went wrong.
Despite his heightened state of arousal, a tinge of hate bubbled to the surface. If only he could’ve seen through the ruses beforehand.
It was too confusing to take in at once. Cyrus was his lie to access women like Jane. Jane was this woman’s lie to access men outside of her marriage. Photography was their excuse for the two of them to connect, but sex is what they really wanted. Why did so many lies need to exist to cover the sexual truth?
This awakened the Beast. He quietly growled.
You know why.
Manipulation.
Control.
They win every time.
Not every time.
True.
Nina didn’t win.
No, she didn’t.
Lightning flashed and lit up the sky. For several seconds, the trees, the sand, the tripod and these two lovers were brightly exposed. If there were witnesses walking along the beach, they would’ve seen it all. She fed on his cock as he ferociously thrust into her drooling mouth.
I could do this for you.
No.
Are you sure?
I’m up for it.
It takes a lot.
No, I want this one.
I can take her.
You stay there. I’ve got this.
Another bolt brightened the shoreline. Mitchell wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her off his swollen cock. He dragged her by the head, and she kicked at the sand, leaving lines and gouges in it.
“Get the fuck over there!” He demanded, throwing her against the edge of the boardwalk. Her chest pressed against the side rail. “Get a leg up on that and bend over! Bend the fuck over!”
Eagerly, she complied and dropped her pants to her ankles. “That’s better! Now you can fuck me properly. Go on! Fuck me like the slut I am!”
She lifted a leg onto the boardwalk, reached behind and opened herself up. In the bursts of light, she gave him a view of her crack and a wide-open pussy. “What do you think, can you handle it?”
What’s wrong with her?
She’s not scared of you.
Why not?
You’re not threatening enough.
“Just you wait you fucking bitch. You’ll get it alright! You’ll be sorry!”
Mitchell pulled her hair and pushed his lengthy cock into her hot, wet pussy. She grunted as he yanked her head backwards and slammed his pelvis against her bottom.
She arched her back and took the punishment. “That’s it, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Use it! Go on, use it good!”
It’s not working.
She’s better than you.
No!
She’s much better than you. Here, let me do it.
No, I can do this!
Mitchell let go of her hair, reached forward and took hold of her throat with both hands.
She bucked and screamed with delight. “Oh yeah, choke me baby, choke me. I love that… makes me so wet. Choke me good!”
Mitchell looked down at his shiny pole, sliding into a woman he’d only just met. She was wet, very wet. She’d become aroused by a kiss and a blow job. She was begging him to choke her.
That’s not right.
She likes it.
It’s not right.
“Ooo, yeah, jam it into me, baby. Harder!”
He tightened his grip around her throat, waiting for the moment when she’d stop him. It didn’t come. He rode her like a jockey in full flight, her head bobbing as he drove her hard. The wind picked up and pushed the trees this way and that. Sand started to sting their legs. She begged for even more rough play.
Through gritted teeth, she mocked him. She called him a failure. She teased him. She taunted him. “Is that all you got, baby? But I want more!”
An imbalanced Mitchell suddenly snapped.
Hi. I hope you like the snippet of my latest novel. Enjoy your day, and don’t forget to get yourself a copy of it below.
–Michael (author of Dark Fiction with darker sexual twists)
SEETHINGS II follows the return of the Storm Killer as a body on a secluded beach in Moreton Bay, igniting fear and denial. While police dismiss the link, the media doesn’t. Mitchell Felding forms a dangerous bond with a man who understands his darkest impulses. When Natasha enters his life, carrying love letters from her murdered mother, intimacy deepens, and truth closes in. Some futures are inherited. Some have escaped.
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