“Please, let me go.” I don’t even know why I insist. He won.
It’s clear in his posture––in his labored breathing and his intense gaze that the game is over, and he’s going to enjoy ripping into his prey.
“I won’t. Next time a predator chases you, run for your life or hide better,” he says with finality.
He drags me up by my elbow. It’s so sudden that I don’t even register that I am on my feet before he throws me on the bed. I bounce on the mattress like a ragdoll and crab back. Dots scatter in my vision, my rapid pulse threatening to make me faint.
He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, trapping me between the bed and his legs. With no way to escape, I surrender, embracing the darker appeal of seduction.
“Mika?”
“Yes, baby girl?” His voice softens, and he caresses my cheek. “Too much?”
My nerves instantly soothe. “You’re the best of too much. Thank you.”
I embrace the madness that snaps my sanity. I fall with open arms into the abyss of euphoria.
Pushing me onto my knees on the floor, he fucks my mouth while I dig my fingers into his ass to hold on and not slip into oblivion. Through the black mask, his silver eyes pop, skyrocketing my lust.
Slipping his leg between my legs, I ride it, needing to ease the unbearable pressure throbbing in my pussy.
“Don’t come.”
I mumble around a mouthful of cock when he pulls his cock out and slaps my face with it.
“Obey.”
I think I came a bit.
It takes everything in me not to come, pressing my thighs together to control the release trying to subdue me. I might break apart any moment as he keeps using my mouth.
His groans of pleasure echo around us as he pulls out to give me a breather. “Fuck. Jesus Christ…”
“Didn’t peg you as religious,” I breathe out, smirking.
He arches a brow etched in seriousness. “Any of your holes could convert me.”
Such a romantic.
He grips my chin and rubs his thumb along my cheek. The intimate, caring gesture makes me forget for a moment about the whole consensual non-consent scenario we have going on. I am safe with him. Safe and loved. And then he rips the dress from me. The fabric falls in shreds around me, just like my grip on reality.
“On the bed, on your back. Bring your knees to your chest and hold them there.”
Moving into position, I wait for his next move, sucking in a breath. The mask makes him appear as if I am fucking another man.
“With that mask, it’s like…” I gulp.
His entire body pulls taut, muscles straining under his shirt. “God knows, you’ll never have or know any other man,” he groans and grazes his finger from my jaw, down my neck and the valley of my breasts. He circles one nipple before he twists one and my spine arches up.
“Oh my God…” He fucks with my mind just as proficiently as with my senses.
A growl reverberates in his chest. “Who is fucking you?”
“I don’t know…” I wet my lips. “But I know someone won’t be pleased if you do.”
“Yeah, and who is that?” He jerks his head at me, a twisted smirk curling up the corners of his mouth, giving him an even darker touch.
I can’t believe we’ve started an even more dangerous game.
