Regina knew she should be disgusted by what she had agreed to. She should be disgusted by his obsession with hurting her. But she was somehow getting pulled into the darkness with him. She was feeling she was a beast just like him. Her captivity with Vulture was a living nightmare, but being Paul's prisoner was the most erotic experience of her life.
"Your pussy is mine." He pressed his forehead to her and thrust into her. "Say that."
Regina's pussy took his cock over and over, growing wetter when an orgasm approached in the distance. She felt it start deep inside her and slowly creep everywhere else. An avalanche had started deep in the mountains, and the snow was slowly falling her way.
He pressed his pelvic bone against her as he thrust, rubbing her clit violently. "Tell me."
She was not his, and she never would be. But he took control of her body. He owned her reaction. He owned the way he made her come around his dick. "My pussy is yours."
