His speed picked up, and when another moan escaped my lips, he fucked me faster, working me up to what I knew he wanted.
“My God, you’re so fucking tight, you were made for this cock. You were made to be in my bed, naked, waiting for me to come and fuck you.”
His words only confirmed what I knew. And I hated that it made me feel hollow, cheap, and used, like I was nothing more than a sex toy to him. That I could be any woman, any hooker,or even an expensive doll. An AI lover, the fact that I had a heartbeat completely inconsequential.
I hated how it made me feel cheap almost as much as I hated how it set my blood on fire.
My mind fought against it, but my body loved the way the ridges of his cock felt thrusting inside of me. Warmth spread through my body at his touch; every cell in my body was on fire.
“When this is all over, that’s exactly how I’m going to keep you. Chained to my bed. Singing your pretty little heart out, playing your guitar, until I’m ready for this tight cunt.”
His words were punctuated with a grunt as he thrust harder, one hand gripping my wrists, holding them even further above my head. The other squeezing my neck and making my lips tingle and my head swim. His voice was muffled by the sound of my heart thundering in my ears, but I still heard him.
I still heard how he wanted to keep me as his personal sex toy. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tears burned at the back of my eyes, and my face was flushed by my effort to fight off the pleasure coming from the way he fucked me.
If I enjoyed this, if I wanted it, if my heels pressed into his back harder, urged him on faster, then he was right, that was what I was going to be. There was no way to fight him. He was too big, too strong, and if I fought him, he would just hurt me.
But I could fight myself.
I could fight the urge to give in to his movements, to melt into his touch, and to arch my back or angle my hips so he could thrust into me deeper and harder.
That was what I did. I fought.
“You take me so well. Your tight cunt is milking my cock for everything it has. I bet your mouth will feel just as good. I can’t wait to see you on your knees, tears spilling down your cheeks as I fuck your pretty face and you swallow every drop. You willlearn to swallow all of me down. I’ll even have your tight ass trained in no time.”
His whispers should’ve turned me off, they should have made my blood run cold, but they didn’t. Instead, I opened my legs a little wider. I pressed into his back with my heels a little harder, urging him on, and my pussy tightened as pressure built in my core again.
This time, it felt different — stronger, but not as sharp. It was still building, and I needed it.
No. I wasn’t going to let him make me come for him. He didn’t get my pleasure again. I fought my body’s desires.
“That’s what you want. Isn’t it, Anna? To be mine. You’ll spend all day dripping in diamonds and all night on your back or your knees, while I fill you with my cum. I’ll get you drunk on it, addicted to it. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, sir,” a voice that sounded like mine said.
No. I wouldn’t be his puppet. I wouldn’t come for him. I’d fight and?—
“Come for me, pet,” he whispered in my ear — and I lost the battle.
I came apart on his cock, with his hand around my throat and his filthy words echoing in my ears. When I gave a shrill scream, his hand tightened around my throat, and the world went black.
CHAPTER 10
ANNA
Everything hurt.
My thighs were sore, my core screamed at me, even my breasts ached from the scratches from his goatee.
My head pounded when I opened my eyes in the dimly lit room. I looked at the window with the still-drawn blackout curtain, bright morning sunlight glowing at the top.
I knew Darius was in the room, I could feel him. But the bed behind me was empty. Cold. I didn't even know if he had slept in this room with me.
Carefully, I rolled over, every single muscle I had protesting the movement. And there he was. Staring at his phone, reading something, with a fresh shirt already on, his tie loose around his neck as he sipped from a cup of coffee.
Did he have room service drop it off with me in the room? Or did one of his men get it for him? Somehow, I just knew he didn't leave to get it himself.
