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The worst part?
Heβs not even touching you.
Your wrists are pinned above your head, your legs spread obscenely wide, trembling, sore, drippingβbut heβs not touching you.
Not physically.
His cock is buried deep, stretching you apart, stuffing you full with that lazy, cruel rhythm of hisβbut his hands? Theyβre behind his head, grinning down at you, all smug, all playful, all fucking unbearable.
Because he doesnβt need to touch you.
Not when his Limitless is keeping you trapped, helpless, ruined.
“God, you should see yourself,” he laughs, watching the way your body twitches, helplessly, uselessly, as he fucks you without ever laying a hand on you.
Every thrust, every sharp snap of his hips, every humiliating grind into your overstimulated, used cunt is done with a flick of his cursed techniqueβlike youβre nothing more than a toy, a plaything for him to control.
And heβs so fucking entertained by it.
“Youβre so messy, sweetheart,” he coos, tilting his head, watching the way your body spasms under his power, completely at his mercy. “Tearing up already? What happened to all that fight, huh?”
Your nails claw at the floor, shaking, struggling, sobbingβand he just grins, eyes crinkling, fucking delighted.
Because you canβt do anything.
You canβt even push him away, because thereβs nothing to push.
The pressure is suffocating, the force of his cock inside you, stretching, filling, abusingβbut heβs not there. Not really.
Just the illusion of touch.
Just pure power holding you down, keeping you open, forcing you to feel everything.
“You should be thanking me,” he says, blue eyes gleaming, giddy. “Most girls donβt get the chance to be fucked by something they canβt even touch.”
Your stomach churns.
Your body knows heβs inside you. The pleasure-pain, the stretch, the deep, sickening pressureβitβs all there, but your hands slip through him when you try to shove him away.
Itβs like being fucked by a ghost.
A demon.
A curse.
“Bet you feel so helpless right now,” he taunts, gaze dropping to your wrecked, swollen cunt, clenching around absolutely nothing.
The sight makes him groan.
His fingers finally, finally brush against your thigh, and it feels like too much.
Like an overload.
Like the world crashing down.
Because the moment he does touch you, itβs like a dam breakingβeverything slams into you at once, his force, his presence, his power, his cockβ
And you scream.
And he laughs.
And thenβ
He does it all over again.
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