[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 76: Yours to break r18

As exhaustion set in, my muscles quivering like jelly, breaths coming in sobbing gasps, tears mixing with sweat on my tear-streaked face, uncontrollable tremors racking my frame, Cassian climbed onto the bed, his presence a dark shadow over me.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with his own arousal, "breaking so beautifully. But I’m not done reshaping you yet."

He straddled my chest, his weight pinning me down, knees on either side of my shoulders.

His cock, thick, veined, already hard and leaking, sprang free as he unzipped his pants, the head flushed and angry, pre-cum beading at the slit.

"Open," he commanded, clutching my hair in a brutal fist, yanking my head back until my mouth parted on a gasp.

I wanted to resist, to bite or turn away, but my mind was fogged, pride slipping faster than I could grasp it. He shoved in without mercy, the salty, musky taste exploding on my tongue as he filled my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat in one thrust. "Suck," he ordered, and I did, shamelessly, my tongue working the underside, milking him as he turned my mouth into a fleshlight for his pleasure. He thrust brutally, hips snapping forward without care, fucking my throat raw, the wet gagging sounds filling the room as saliva dripped down my chin. My eyes watered, tears streaming, but god, the addiction hit, the taste of him, hot and bitter, the way his cock stretched my lips, pulsed on my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, lost in the rhythm, my own cock throbbing in sympathy.

He clutched my hair harder, yanking with each thrust, pain blooming in my scalp that only heightened the haze. "That’s it, take it like the slut you’re becoming." I gagged, throat convulsing around him, but the vibrations from the toys below made it worse, or better, my body on fire, a dry orgasm ripping through me without warning. I shuddered violently, my cock spasming untouched, no cum spilling but waves of empty pleasure crashing through me, leaving me even needier, shaking like a leaf.

Cassian pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my saliva, and slapped it against my face, hard, the wet smack echoing as he smeared the mixture of pre-cum and spit across my cheeks, lips, chin. "Lick it clean," he growled, tapping the head against my mouth. Forgetting my anger, my pride a distant memory, I stuck out my tongue, lapping at the slick length, the taste addictive, salty and heady, making me moan like a whore. "Good boy," he praised, then shoved back in, pumping my mouth again, deeper, faster, his balls slapping my chin as he face-fucked me without mercy, grunting with each thrust.

I was lost, addicted, my tongue swirling, sucking desperately as he used me. Finally, he tensed, cumming deep in my throat with a guttural roar, hot spurts flooding my mouth, forcing me to swallow convulsively. He pulled out mid-release, spilling the rest on my face, thick ropes painting my cheeks, lips, chin in sticky white.

Panting, wrecked, I lay there covered in his cum, my body trembling, but Cassian wasn’t done.

His cock, still half-hard and glistening with my spit and his release, twitched against my cheek as he looked down at me with cold, insatiable hunger.

"You think one load is enough to shut that bratty mouth?" he sneered, voice rough and heartless. "Open again. Wider this time."

A weak spark of resistance flickered in me, my jaw ached, throat raw, pride screaming no but he clutched my hair tighter, yanking my head back until tears spilled fresh down my cum-streaked face.

"Don’t even try," he growled, shoving his thickening cock past my swollen lips without warning, hitting the back of my throat in one brutal thrust.

I gagged hard, saliva bubbling around him, but he didn’t care, only pushed deeper, forcing me to take every inch until my nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls heavy on my chin.

He fucked my face like he hated me, hips snapping with vicious rhythm, the wet, sloppy sounds of slurping spit and gagging filling the room.

"That’s it... choke on it, pretty boy," he commanded, voice dripping venom.

"This is what you get for kissing that bastard. My cock down your throat until you forget his name."

Tears streamed, mixing with the mess on my face, but my tongue worked traitorously, swirling desperately as he used me, the taste of him, salty, bitter, overwhelming... Turning me on all over again.

He pounded harder, relentless, my throat convulsing around him with every merciless thrust.

"Take every drop... show me you’re mine," he snarled, burying himself deep as he came a second time, hot, thick ropes flooding my throat, forcing me to gulp it down or drown.

I swallowed greedily, choking, until he pulled out with the filthiest, wettest pop... strings of spit and cum connecting my ruined lips to his cock, drooling down my chin in obscene strands.

He slapped my face with his spent length again, smearing the mess, then shoved two fingers into my mouth, making me suck them clean.

"Good boy," he spat, heartless and satisfied, before finally shifting lower. "Now, let’s focus on you," he said, voice dark and promising.

He ramped the toys back to life, the cock ring buzzing high, the plug nudgin my prostate with thrusting vibrations that made wet, squelching sounds inside me, the clamps pinching and vibrating my nipples until they burned with oversensitive fire.

The bar kept me exposed, legs splayed wide, no escape as the overload hit peak intensity.

Shame poured off me in sheets, my skin slick and glistening, muscles quivering uncontrollably as edges built and crashed without release, denied five, six, seven times, each one a brutal cliffhanger.

He’d pause to ice my balls, the cold making me scream as it contrasted the heat, or blow air over my leaking cockhead, the sensation like torture. My limbs shook, tear-streaked face flushed, uncontrollable tremors racking my frame as I thrashed, sweat flying, cock a throbbing, red mess leaking endlessly.

"Please, Cassian, I beg you, let me cum! I’ll do anything, just... ahh, god!" I begged hoarsely, tears mixing with sweat and his cum on my face, hips grinding futilely, my pride shattered, body and mind worn to nothing.

He taunted: "You earned this denial, now earn your release by admitting you’re mine." I succumbed fully, babbling, "I’m yours, please... yours to break, I can’t anymore! You own me... just let me cum!"

Finally, he granted me release, ramping the toys to max, the plug fucking my prostate relentlessly, the ring vibrating my shaft to the brink, but pulling back just as I tipped over.

I came in weak, sputtering spurts, pleasure twisted into frustration, no full satisfaction, my body convulsing in empty waves that left me spent, panting, utterly broken.

Cassian whispered, "You haven’t earned me inside you yet. Maybe tomorrow, if you’re good."

He untied me gently, soothing my wrists with cool cloths, wiping his cum from my face with a tenderness that contrasted the brutality. Relief flooded me, but resentment lingered, hatred mixed with a dark craving, knowing he’d reshaped me into his perfect, broken thing. I was his now, whether I wanted it or not.