I screamed, but not because it hurt—which it did. I screamed because that pain shot straight into my core, sending me over the edge. Pleasure tensed my muscles, making my back bow and my legs convulse.
It took a second for me to catch my breath, and when I did, I was no longer lifted off the bed. My back was pressed on it, and I was staring up into the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. Devlin’s pupils were so dilated I couldn’t tell where they ended and his irises began.
And then I felt it. The brush of something hard against my skin as he pushed his knee between my thighs. The reality of the situation suddenly struck me. Devlin was naked and on top of me. The only clothing separating us was my tank top.
I had to stop this.
Mustering up all of my strength, I looked him straight in the eyes and demanded, “Get off me!”
“No.”
Good to see he was still an asshole.
I tried to clamp my legs together and swung my arms when he pawed at my shirt. But it was no use. He had my tank top ripped off my head and legs parted with minimal effort. Actually, it was kind of sad how useless my struggle was.
“I’m serious, Devlin.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Sydney.”
He grabbed my wrists and slammed them down on the bed. My breath hitched as his hips shifted, then I felt something big and very hard press against my opening. My entire body went stiff. This couldn’t be happening.
I wanted to fight and wriggle away, but I was too scared to buck. His dick was right there.
“Are you scared,Bréagán?”
There was no point in lying. I was sure he could hear my heart thumping.
So, I gazed up at him and said, “Yes.”
As crazy as it was, I think a part of me was hoping he’d give me some form of comfort.
He didn’t.
“Good.” His weight pressed down on me as he leaned in and whispered, “Because this is going to hurt.”
Then he thrust his hips and forced himself inside me.
The sound that tore its way up my throat felt like it was ripped from my very soul. God, it hurt. I was blinded from the pain coursing through my body. I couldn’t breathe or move. I couldn’t even think past it. And what did Devlin do?
“Stop fucking fighting me,” he growled and continued forcing his length inside me.
Iwasn’t fighting him, but my pussy sure was. My walls tightened up against the uncompromising hardness stretching them.
Devlin’s solution to this was to grab my left thigh and spread my legs farther apart. When that didn’t work, he reversed his thrust. Sliding some of his cock out of me before diving back in.
“Jesus Christ, relax. You’re too fucking tight.”
Or, or, and hear me out…
“You’re too big,” I snarled back at him.
I slapped my free hand against his chest in an effort to get him off me. If my other wrist wasn’t trapped in his grip, I’d have used those fingers to claw his eyes out. My leg could only be pushed out so far before it broke off.
Devlin shifted his hips again and gave a grunt of frustration. “This isn’t working.”
You think?
I could see the strain on his face as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
