Chapter 45 Good girl
Leitana didn’t know how she got from standing in the middle of the bedroom to sprawled naked across the sheets.
One moment she was trembling, tears on her cheeks, words of ending this marriage still burning her tongue.
The next, the dress was gone, ripped away like paper, and Ravial’s body pinned her down, mouth devouring hers, hand palming her breast hard enough to bruise.
She arched off the bed with a moan, chasing his lips even as guilt clawed at her ribs.
This was wrong.
She had come here to leave him.
To give him back to the sister who deserved him.
To be good again.
But his tongue stroked hers like punishment and worship at once, and her body betrayed her, thighs falling open, hips rolling up to meet the brutal grind of his.
"You came to end it,” the voice in her head hissed, ugly and righteous.
"Now look at you, legs spread, moaning like a whore while your sister cries downstairs. You’re disgusting. You’re stealing. You’re….
Ravial tore his mouth from hers, teeth scraping down her throat, biting the tender spot he’d marked earlier until she cried out.
“Stop thinking,” he growled against her skin, voice raw.
He knew.
He always knew.
His hand left her breast only to fist in her hair, yanking her head back so hard her spine bowed.
“I can feel you trying to crawl out of your own skin,” he snarled, hips grinding slow, torturously slow between her thighs, letting her feel exactly how hard he was.
“You think guilt makes you pure?
You think hating yourself changes the fact that this cunt is dripping for me right now?”
He released her hair, slid two fingers straight into her without warning.
She was soaked.
Her back arched again, a strangled moan ripping free.
“That’s it,” he rasped, pumping slow, curling just right.
“Feel that? That’s not guilt, little lamb. That’s truth. Your body knows who it belongs to even when your pretty little head tries to lie.”
He leaned down, teeth grazing her ear.
“You came in here to end us?”
A dark laugh.
“Too late. I’m already inside you.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, thumb circling her clit until her thighs shook.
“And I’m not leaving until every thought in that head is my name and every drop of you is on my tongue.”
He pulled his fingers free, brought them to her mouth, and pushed them past her lips.
“Suck,” he ordered, voice lethal soft.
“Taste how much you want this.
Taste how much you belong to me.”
Leitana’s tongue curled around his fingers on instinct, eyes fluttering shut, shame and need twisting so tight she couldn’t tell them apart.
Ravial watched her, blindfold hiding nothing of the ownership carved into every line of his face.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
She nodded, her head going blissfully empty as she sucks on his fingers that tasted like salty skin and her, her eyes closing for a moment, glazing over.
Leitana’s tongue swirled around his fingers, salty with her own taste, eyes half-lidded in surrender.
Ravial pulled them free with a wet pop.
He rose over her and with one hand he yanked his belt open, the leather hissing free.
The button popped.
Zipper rasped down.
His cock sprang out, thick, flushed dark, veins standing out like cords, a bead of pre-cum already pearling at the slit.
He wrapped his fist around the base, once, twice, slow, strokes, letting her see exactly what owned her now.
Then he leaned down, dragging the swollen head through her soaked folds, parting her, painting himself in her slick.
The wet sound was obscene: slick, filthy, unmistakable.
Smack.
He slapped the heavy length against her clit once, twice, three times, each wet thwack making her hips jerk and her breath hitch.
Smack.
Again, harder, until her thighs trembled and her back bowed off the bed.
“Listen to that,” he growled, voice gravel and smoke. “That’s my pretty pussy begging for what it already knows is coming.”
He pressed the fat crown at her entrance, teasing, pressing just enough to stretch, then pulling back.
Again.
Again.
Until she was writhing, hips chasing, a whine spilling from her throat.
Leitana’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with need.
And froze.
The bedroom door stood wide open.
Avery was there.
Standing just inside the threshold, one hand still on the handle, face drained of colour, eyes huge and fixed on the place where Ravial’s cock teased her sister’s dripping entrance.
Leitana’s mouth opened in horror, a strangled sound trying to form.
Ravial didn’t even pause.
He looked back over his shoulder, blindfold hiding nothing of the cold, territorial smile that curved his mouth.
Then he turned back to Leitana.
And slammed home.
Every thick, brutal inch drove into her in one merciless thrust, stretching her open, filling her so suddenly her back bowed off the mattress and a raw, wrecked scream tore from her throat.
Thwop
Thwop
Thwop
The wet sound of their bodies colliding echoed off the walls, loud, wet, filthy.
He didn’t give her time to breathe.
He pulled back and pounded in again, harder, deeper, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the bed against the wall.
“W..wait ughh ahhhh..” Leitana tried saying something, her hands scrabbled at his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer.
Her eyes darted to the door, to Avery still frozen there, shock and something darker flickering across her face.
Ravial leaned down, mouth at Leitana’s ear, voice a dark purr between brutal thrusts.
“Look at her,” he rasped, driving in so hard her whole body jolted.
“Look at your sister watching me claim what’s mine.”
Another savage thrust.
“She’ll never forget this.
She’ll never forget how you scream for me.”
Leitana’s sob turned into a broken moan as pleasure crashed over the guilt, drowning it.
Avery’s lips parted, no sound coming out.
Ravial’s gaze flicked to her once more.
He mouthed two silent words.
“Get. Out.”
Avery stumbled back, hand flying to her mouth, and fled, the door banging shut behind her.
Ravial didn’t slow.
He fucked Leitana harder, deeper, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other gripping her throat just enough to feel her pulse race beneath his palm.
“Mine,” he snarled with every thrust.
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
Until the only sound in the room was wet skin on skin, her cries, and the creak of the bed surrendering to the Devil’s rhythm.
And Leitana forgot her sister had ever been there at all.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The headboard slammed the wall in perfect rhythm with his hips, every thrust driving his cock so deep her whole body jolted forward on the mattress.
Ravial had flipped her onto her stomach twenty minutes ago, face down, ass up, knees barely touching the sheets.
Now he rode her like an animal, one fist wrapped tight in her hair like reins, yanking her head back until her spine arched and her tears dripped straight onto the sheets.
“You will never ask to leave me again,” he snarled, voice raw from growling filth in her ear.
“Do I make myself clear, even till the day you take your last breath, you will always be mine to keep."
Leitana could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Every brutal thrust punched the air from her lungs.
“R-Ravial. ….” she sobbed, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, tears streaking down her cheeks.
He slammed in harder, balls slapping against her swollen clit.
“Do I make myselfclearLittle Lamb.”
“Yes!” she screamed, voice cracking. “Mi yours….only yours, plis…”
He growled in approval, hips snapping faster, the wet, obscene sound of her soaked cunt taking him filling the room.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP.
Theop
Thwop
Thwack
Her whole body shook with every punishing stroke, tits bouncing, thighs trembling, toes curling into the sheets.
He released her hair only to grip her hips with both hands, fingers digging bruises into her flesh, and started fucking her like he hated her and wanted to split her in half.
“Cry for me,” he rasped, leaning down to bite the back of her neck, teeth sinking in hard enough to mark.
“Let me hear how much you love being fucked like some whore.”
She did.
Tears poured, mixing with the sweat and drool on the sheets, her screams turning into broken, desperate sobs of pleasure.
“Plis, too much, Ravial, mi can’t, need….”
“You can,” he snarled, one hand sliding under her to pinch her clit, rolling it roughly between his fingers.
“And you will. You’ll take every inch until you’re dripping down my balls, until your cunt is so full of me you’ll feel me for days.”
Another vicious thrust.
She shattered again, body seizing, pussy clamping down so hard he hissed through his teeth.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice dark and wrecked.
“Milk my cock like the greedy little thing you are.”
He didn’t stop.
He fucked her through it, past it, until she was limp and shaking and still pushing her ass back for more.
Until the only word left in her mouth was his name, over and over.
Until the sheets were ruined, her voice was gone, and the only thing left in the room was the wet, relentless sound of him claiming what had always been his.
And when he finally came, buried to the hilt, flooding her with his cum, he leaned down and bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
“Mine,” he growled into her skin.
And Leitana, wrecked, ruined, and utterly owned, could only whimper in agreement.