“Let me prove it to you, princess,” he says softly. “The idea of coming inside you makes me hard because I’d own you, but I’ll make you a deal.”
I roll my eyes. I’m not making any more dealswith him that will lengthen my sentence.
“I’ll pull out,” he continues. “I’ll do everything in my power to give you six months of not being pregnant with my child. To show you how much Ido, in fact, want you.”
My head mindlessly rocks back and forth. “I won’t give you anything for that.”
“I don’t want anything for it. I just want your body. And you.”
His words are thick with promise and challenge. I feel the heat of his body pressing closer, his breath hot against my skin.
My resolve wavers, even as I try to hold onto the anger bubbling inside me. Ben's hand slides down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before dipping lower, brushing the edge of my skirt.
His fingers hook underneath the fabric of my panties, pulling them up against my thigh. I squeeze my legs together instinctively, but he wedges his knee between them, forcing them apart just enough.
Before I can protest, one digit circles my clit, sending sparks dancing up my spine, but he doesn't linger there. Not even five seconds for me to enjoy or hate myself for enjoying it before he shoves two fingers inside me without warning, deep and rough.
I cry out, my walls clenching around the intrusion as he pumps them in and out, stretching me out with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growls, his free hand pinning my wrists above my head. His fingers curl inside me, hitting the spot that makes my legs come up for relief off the bed.
I squirm away, but he's everywhere—his body trapping mine, and his mouth claiming my neck with bites and licks.
Pleasure builds fast, unwanted but undeniable, as my hips buck against his hand despite myself.
"Tell me you don't want this." He adds a third finger, scissoring them to open me wider. The burn mixes with the ache, while my wetness coats his hand as he fucks me harder with his fingers.
I moan, the sound escaping before I can stop it as my head falls back against the wall.
He suddenly withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and throbbing. I whimper in protest, but he quiets me with a kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as roughly as his fingers had my pussy.
He yanks my panties down my legs, then unbuckles his belt with one hand. The sound of his zipper is like a gunshot inside the quiet room.
His cock springs free against my thigh when he positions himself to hike my leg up around his waist, and his manhood at my entrance.
"This is what you do to me, princess. Not just an heir. You."
With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me, and I scream. The stretch borders on pain, but it morphs into pleasure as he starts pounding into me. His hips snap forward relentlessly, and his cock drags against my inner walls, hitting deep with every stroke.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and he lets out a hiss as I quickly remember his wound and flinch away.
“Do it again,” he growls. “Hold on to me and take my cock.”
His hand grips my ass to pull me onto him harder. Sweat slicks our skin, our bodies slapping together in a frantic rhythm.
I wrap my other leg around him, locking my ankles behind his back and giving him full access to my body.
He drives deeper, his balls smacking against my ass, and the friction coils in my belly tighter and tighter.
Ben's mouth finds my breast, sucking my nipple through my shirt before ripping the fabric open to expose me.
He latches on, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as he thrusts faster and straightens his spine.
“I’d love to go against my deal, princess. Do you know how hard it is not to come inside you?” His words make me clench around him, and he growls from it. “Fuck, princess, I love this pussy. I love fucking you. I love knowing you’re mine.”
I’m not his.
I tell myself that multiple times a day, but my body doesn’t listen. It submits and allows him access, my hips rolling up to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction that builds low in my belly.
