My heart is hammering in my chest as I tug at the restraints, both fight and flight responses kicking in. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”
“Said I know.”
“Please take them off.” I yank at them, arousal fading away as panic sets in.
He quirks a brow. “Just because I forgive you don’t mean I’m dumb enough to trust you.”
“I won’t do it again. Please. I don’t like this.”
“Not gonna risk you hurting me, so they stay on. Don’t ask again. You’ll be sorry if you do.”
“Mac—”
Rough hands squeeze my balls and I yelp. But he keeps squeezing. It’s painful, and yet, somehow, my dick twitches.
When he finally releases them and climbs off the bed I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, my balls sore, the pain still lingering.
He walks to the corner and starts undressing. When the flannel shirt is off, strong forearms come into view. My eyesinstantly fall to the blue-black skull and snake symbol on his left forearm. When he fucked me last time, I focused on it.
At first, it was because I was overwhelmed and scared, but then I noticed how beautiful the image is. My eyes follow the design as it swirls into a solid sleeve of symmetrical patterns over his bicep.
The T-shirt comes off next, and I can’t help but stare. A fine layer of dark hair does nothing to hide his smooth brown skin and hard sheets of muscle. Or the roaring lion over his left chest.
A small whimper escapes as arousal floods me, and I grind my dick against the blanket once more.
Mac blinks at me, slightly hunched over with his pants halfway off. "A little eager?"
My face erupts into what I can only imagine is fire, the heat so intense, I feel like I’m being charred alive. And, making it worse, my hips won’t stop rocking.
His pants land in a heap, then he hooks his thumbs over the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down.
I freeze, every muscle tensing.
Last time he took me from behind, so I never saw his cock. It’s long and thick, nestled in a patch of curly black hair. The fat mushroom head is leaking already, and he’s not even fully hard.
Nope.
No fucking way.
That monster isn’t going anywhere near me.
How the fuck did it fit the first time?
I jerk at the cuffs. "Let me go. Now."
Mac narrows his eyes, giving his cock a slow stroke. "You ate the food, now you pay the price. And weren’t you just grinding on the bed while I was undressing."
I squirm onto my side, glaring while getting my legs between us. “Try to touch me with that thing, and I’ll kick your fucking hand to pieces.”
He snorts. “Been in your ass already. Why you acting scared now?”
“Because it’s too big. It’s not normal. Was it normal size last time?”
When he comes closer, I kick out, my heel slamming into his thigh hard enough to send aftershocks up my leg, but he just grunts.
He catches one ankle, twisting violently, then flips me onto my stomach again. “It’s the same damn size. Keep this up and I’ll have you screaming, but not in pleasure.”
I push upright on my elbows, trying to knock him away, but he uses the movement against me.
