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Comment or both side of your pillow will be warm.

Warning: Heavy smut. Degradation Kink.
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(A freaky playlist for a freaky chapter)

"I licked it, so it's mine."

"He's so pretty I wanna cry."

Euphoria (n.): A feeling of intense excitement or pleasure.

Adrianna's POV:

"I want a taste of you."

My mouth turned dry as I watched him unbutton his cufflinks, all while keeping his eyes where I was standing. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his veiny arms. My breaths were rigged, my pussy throbbing as I creamed myself.

I licked my lips, watching him walk past me and taking a seat on the sofa. His long legs spread apart, his bulge prominent.

I gulped, letting myself wonder for a moment,

It looked massive from here, I wasn't sure if I was ready to see the whole thing without any restraint.

It looked like he hid a monster inside.

"I can feel your eyes on me," He rasped, his voice smoldering, husky, laced with lust. He reached out and poured himself a glass of scotch. I pressed my thighs together, my panties were soaked from this simple action.

He gulped the liquid down in one go, keeping the glass on the table and leaning back on the sofa- a ghost of smirk playing on his lips.

"Come here Adrianna."

My legs wobbled as I blinked a couple of times.

It was happening, it was really happening.

A smirk graced my lips as my inner vixen rose from her slumber, whispering the naughtiest ideas in my ears. I shouldn't give in so easily. The man made me wait for too damn long, it was only fair if I played him a little bit.

"Make me," I whispered, slowly unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt.

His smirk widened. I knew he liked it, he liked the challenge. From the moment I met him, I knew he was a predator.

He liked a good hunt.

I would gladly be his prey, but not before making him work for it.

"So you wanna play?" His voice was sinful, it sounded almost forbidden. I felt a shiver down my spine as he poured himself another glass of scotch and finished it with ease. His lifeless gaze held darkness within them. He knew exactly what his words were doing to me. That bastard.

I think I fucked up by challenging him.

"I am good at playing games, Mr. Estevan."

"Is that so?" Those words were mocking, challenging.

Within a blink, he was in front of me. His form was intimidating, he was almost a foot taller than me and could easily snap my body into two if he wanted to.

The smell of his addictive cologne burned my nose, my head swirled as I felt myself getting dizzier from the haze of lust.

Without words, he slowly trailed his index finger over my cheek, making me whimper. He was barely touching me, yet I was on the verge of an explosion.

"I am going to enjoy fucking you like a bitch," A yelp escaped me as his fist grabbed a my hair, yanking my head back and exposing my neck to him. A gasp escaped me as his tongue darted out and licked a spot between my neck and shoulder.

My eyes widened as I watched him lick his lips. Something shiny peeked from between his tongue.

Don't tell me-

ARES HAS A TONGUE PIERCING?

"T-Tongue piercing?" I questioned, completely taken aback. Another wave of wetness gushed between my legs as I felt my stomach clench oh so deliciously.

He raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly, "Shocked?"

"I-I-"

"Shut up," He yanked my hair harder, making me moan from the pain and pleasure. He dragged me to the sofa by my hair and threw me on the floor.

"I warned you, Adrianna," A flurry of butterflies unleashed in my stomach as I sat myself up, my eyes watering from ecstasy as I looked up at him. I was between his legs.

My eyes travelled from the bulge of his cock, the outline of his pectoral muscles that strained his shirt, his exposed chest, his godlike face and his curls of wild hair- one or two of which fanned his forehead.

"I am not gentle. I am going to be rough, taking pleasure from your body. Using you to satisfy my cock and making sure that you are filled to the brim. I am going to break you as I please."

I clenched my thighs together, my nipples pebbling, painfully might I add since I decided to wear my nipple piercings today. My skin tingled at his words. It sounded so dirty, so primal.

"Run, little girl," He licked his lips again, giving me a peek of his tongue piercing, "I am giving you one last chance to run away."

"What if I want you to be rough?" I whispered, my voice dripping with arousal, "What if I want you to use my body as you please?"

He smirked as he took another gulp from the glass. Light sweat coated the smooth skin of his neck, one or two of his long hair clung to his skin. I could smell his scent from here.

He looked like a sexgod.

"That's what you want Adrianna?" He put aside the glass and began to undo his belt. I kept my eyes fixated on his bulge, wondering if he was going to split me in half. The sheer size of it seemed scary, "To fuck you like a whore?"

"Y-Yes," I whimpered. Ares was a master of dirty talks. It made me feel filthy, yet wanted at the same time.

"Very well," Undoing his belt, he wrapped it around my throat like a leash, "I am going to use your body until you forget your own name and I am going to take pleasure from it. But first-" He yanked me by the belt, making me gasp as I choked.

"I want to taste you."

I shivered all over as a moan escaped me. All rational thoughts left me as I quivered from the sheer intensity of it.

"Ares-"

"Did I permit you to speak?" He kicked open my legs and grabbed a firm hold of both my thighs. I was pretty sure it was going to leave marks. My skirt scooted upwards and my red lace panties were exposed.

"You smell so addictive," He smacked the inside of my soaked thigh, close to my weeping pussy. One of his fingers began to slowly trace around the rim of my panties, making me shudder.

"You are soaked, dirty girl," He smirked as he hooked one finger on the band of the G-String and tugged it upwards, making me moan loudly. The pain in my swollen clit only heightened my pleasure. His face was contorted in concentration as he rubbed the string on my clit, the sheer friction of it making me arch my back.

"For someone so uptight," I panted as tears sprung in my eyes from the pleasure, "You sure know how to play."

He chuckled lowly, the sound of which reverberated through my body, "You haven't seen anything firsthand. By the time I am done with you, you won't be able to walk and your body will be covered in my cum."

Oh.

His face twisted in sadistic pleasure as he pulled the string even more, exposing my dripping cunt. I bit my lips as he brought his face closer and darted his tongue out for a first taste. My back arched as I forced myself to keep my eyes open, watching him as his cold tongue piercing brushed my clit.

I grabbed the armrest as he slowly dragged his tongue, from top to bottom, bottom to top. I mewled, electricity zapping within me. My walls clenched painfully, begging to be filled. I need him inside me, now.

"You taste as good as you smell," He pressed a small peck on my clit, making me whine, "Ares- pl-"

Without any warning, his tongue delved into my cunt, making me scream. My pussy creamed even more as he ate me like a man starved. The coldness of his piercing was a contrast to the warmth of my pussy. Tears of euphoria rolled down my cheeks unabashedly as I felt lightheaded. It felt so good, so so good.

It felt sinful, forbidden. Like a pleasure I shouldn't indulge myself into. Like a sin I shouldn't commit, yet, I did it. Gladly.

"Ares!" I screamed out, rolling my hips, trying to have more control on the situation. His response was to grip my thighs harder and nibble at my clit painfully, making me whimper.

I slept with so many men, yet, none of them came close to what Ares was making me feel. I was feeling things I didn't know my body was capable of feeling.

My nipples were painfully hard, begging to be tugged, licked and sucked. His piercing brushed with my clit, making me babble incoherently. I didn't know what I was saying, or doing for that matter. All I knew was that Ares was eating me out as if I was the last woman on the earth.

"So sweet," He slapped my swollen sex, making me groan.

"P-Please-"

"I swear to god Adrianna," His menacing voice sent chills down my spine, "If you cum I am leaving now and never touching you again."

I bit my lips.

He sucked my clit in his mouth, making me cry out loud. Goosebumps arose in my skin as my tongue lolled out, I watched him through heavy eyes as he traced his tongue around my engorged clit. I rolled my hips, trying to create enough fraction. I was so close to breaking.... So fucking close....

"You know what?" He pulled back, standing up, making me whine at the loss, "I have had enough taste. It's your turn to return the favour."

That bastard!

My body buzzed from the need to cum. I glared at him, knowing very well that it wouldn't affect him.

What irked me the most was he had this annoying smirk on his face.

"You didn't even let me- nggh!"

He tugged on the belt that was around my throat and pulled me down from the sofa, as if he were walking a dog. He dragged me to the sofa that was at the opposite side, making me crawl behind him.

He only loosened his grip when I was settled between his legs.

He unbuttoned his pants in a swift motion and dragged his boxers down.

Oh my-

For the first time, fear spiked in me, along with excitement. I eyed his large cock as I sprung free and rested against his stomach.

It was thick, almost as thick as my wrists, long enough to make me a step back. Engorged veins decorated his length as it drooled precum.

How did he keep this monster restrained?

I gulped.

He was going to break me alright.

His fingers curl themselves in my blonde strands, tugging it enough so that my face rested against his thighs. My eyelids were heavy as I took him in through my lusty stupor, my insides aching to be filled by him.

"You are such a pretty little thing," He whispered, his thumb tracing my right earlobe, making me release a sigh, "The things I have imagined doing to you..."

"Then do it," I whispered back, throwing him a challenge, "I dare you."

His grip tightened on my hair as he tugged on the belt, making me gasp for air. I almost squirted as he slowly traced my jaw.

The contrast of his caring and wild persona was enough to unravel me. The way he took his time tracing every inch of my face was the perfect portrayal of his gentlemanly side yet his firm grip in my hair told me he was anything but.

His fingers took their time; tracing my jaw, my chin, my lips- as if he was memorizing my shape, trying to conjure a mental image of me. His face was devoid of any emotions as his callous fingers seek my cheekbones. My eyes fluttered close as I leaned in his touch, his fingers hovering on my lids, eventually traveling to my forehead.

This was this way of looking.

His fingers held the inquisitiveness of a child, yet the harshness of them screamed a man. He tugged a bit on my nose, making me release a throaty giggle.

I have experienced lust before, but this?

This is so different. I have never felt an attraction such intense as this.

Lust was a sin, yet this time, this sin, felt like heaven.

"Now, open that mouth for me like a good little girl," He slapped me, hard enough to add to the painful pleasure.

I decided that I wanted to put up a bit more fight, just to make him let go of his control he oh so admired.

"What if I don't?" I chuckled, tracing his exposed thigh with my nails.

"It seems like you still haven't figured out who is in charge here," He smirked.

The belt on my throat constricted me painfully, making me choke for air and he took that chance to feed me his cock. Slowly, inch by inch.

My jaw hurt as my eyes rolled back. I was on the verge of blacking out from the lack of oxygen, yet I felt the addictive taste of his cock on my tongue.

He fisted my hair tightly as he pushed the head of his cock in my mouth. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at him.

"Take it like a good slut," I let out a moan as the pseudonym. It sounded so hot coming from him.

He took out his cock, making me moan at the loss.

"Ar-Ares-" He smacked my face with his cock.

"We went through this before, it's 'Sir' or 'Mr. Estevan' for you," His lips set into a sneer as he pulled my hair harder, "What is it?!"

"S-Sir or.." I gulped, my body on fire, "Mr. Estevan..."

"Good girl," He traced the head of his cock on my lips, smearing the precum. I shivered as he rested it on my lower lip.

"Take off your shirt, keep the bra," He commanded. I gulped as I quickly removed my shirt with shaky hands, leaving me only in a lacy red bra.

"It's lace, see through," I whispered, deciding to put a mental image of me, "And red."

Without warning, he grabbed my head and pushed his entire length inside my mouth. I moaned as I felt my jaw starting to hurt and my gag reflexes acting up.

It was so big, so big that it prevented me from breathing. It went far down my throat, I could feel it's raging veins against my tongue.

It was rock hard. I almost came then and there as I felt it pulsating in my throat. My eyes rolled back as I tried to adjust my jaw around him.

"I am going to fuck your throat," He whispered. I took it as a chance to admire him.

His face was contorted in pain and pleasure. His brows were furrowed as droplets of sweat traveled down his temples. His luscious lips parted as he was balls deep in my throat.

A strand or two of his hairs stuck to his forehead and the mask he wore. Even though he was in charge, he knew I had the ultimate control and he let this vulnerability of his show on his face. The display of his vulnerability was exactly what made him all the more beautiful.

A rush of excitement ran down me as I began to trace my tongue down his veins, bobbing cheeks and sucking him within me. His face twisted in pure agony and pure ecstasy.

I let my tongue lazily explore his length, making him growl. Taking it as an encouragement, I tightened my throat around him, something I learned through practice.

"Shit!" He curses, "Fuck baby, don't do that!"

I tighten my throat around him even more, making him throw his head back. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing was ragged as he shuddered in euphoria. He looked like a god, carved from stone and I intended to worship every inch of him like he deserved.

He was slowly losing his control and I wanted him to lose it. It wanted him to lose his sanity as he fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

I pulled back, panting as I grabbed his cock. It was swollen, so much that I couldn't wrap a hand around it. It was slick with my saliva and his precum. I pressed a kiss on his rock hard length, and then began to trace the tip with my tongue.

"Adrianna-"

"Fuck my mouth," I whispered, "Fuck me like you own me."

Letting out a grunt, he grabbed my hair and shoved himself deep inside me, making me release a muffled moan. I was on all fours, sucking him as my arousal dripped on the floor, making a mess. My eyes rolled back as he began to fuck my mouth without inhibitions.

"Keep your eyes open Adrianna, if they are closed," He commanded, the sound of his voice sending shivers down me. I used my tongue to swirl it around his impressive girth as he fucked my mouth like a cunt.

"Suck me down your throat slut," He grunted, making me whimper. Unabashed tears ran down my cheeks, mingling along with his precum and my saliva that dripped down my chin, "Just like that. Good girl,"

The praise only made me suck him harder, matching his tempo. His taste was divine, addictive. I wanted more of him. His taste was heady, more intoxicating than any alcohol I ever tasted.

His face screamed pure pleasure as he kept his eyes where his cock was. I knew he couldn't see me, yet, it turned me on. He had the best sex face among the men I have slept with so far.

And I had a feeling that he was going to ruin me.

His length engorged even more, making me increase my tempo. I choked on his cock as he suddenly grabbed his belt that was around my throat. I knew it was going to bruise. I felt light headed, on the verge of a black out.

Now when I think about it, death by being choked by a dick didn't sound like a bad idea.

He pulled himself out completely, only to shove himself inside me again. He repeated the action for a couple of times, making my pussy weep. It throbbed painfully, pulsated as if it had a heartbeat of its own. I was in a desperate need to be filled, to be broken by this magnificent man.

"Puta," He gritted out, "What am I to do with you, huh?"

He choked me again, his fingers pinching my nose, blocking my airway. My eyes rolled back as I felt my body shiver.

"Going to cum-" I mewled at the sound of his grumpy voice, "Down your throat."

I felt warmth gushing down my mouth. I gulped it down, my lungs screaming for air. Just when I was about to faint, he pulled out his cock, allowing me to breath.

I gasped for air, coughing violently as I panted. I was on fours, the floor was wet with my arousal.

"My little succubus," He whispered, as if he were fascinated by me, his curls a mess, "You are insatiable."

"Thank you," I panted breathlessly, "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

"What's the hurry?" He chuckled lowly, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and letting it slip off his shoulders, gracing me with the view of his magnificent body.

He looked like a carved stone, every inch of his body was perfect. A scar or two graced his skin, the imperfection only adding to the perfection.

I had the chance to admire the ink that ran along his V line, the hard pec of his abs begging to be licked and