Exciting.
Breathtaking.
When he rubbed his cock back and forth across my bruised and aching bottom, I did everything in my power to keep from whimpering. One thing was certain. The bastard didn’t deserve to know how aroused I’d become, my pussy clenching and releasing several times in some kind of sick anticipation.
“So beautiful. Even more than before.” His voice was deep, taking me into forbidden places in my mind.
“I still hate you.”
“Hate me all you want. That changes nothing.”
Sinclair said nothing more as he shoved the entire length of his cock past my swollen folds.
“Oh!” The exclamation rushed from my throat, my pulse racing. I clenched the sheets, dropping my head and blinking just to try to focus. To stay sane. Before the other day, it had been so longsince I’d been with a man, several years of pretending that I didn’t need anyone. Now this. This asshole. This brute.
This…
This man who’d awakened me from the darkness with unbridled passion, allowing me to feel like a woman should. All the lurid thoughts I’d had about him swirled in my mind. I’d known we’d meet again. It had been inevitable.
I fought to maintain my dignity as he pulled out, slamming into me again.
And again.
The sensations were like bottle rockets, ripping into skin and bone.
Breathless, I kept my eyes closed.
My pussy muscles ached, stretching to accept his huge shaft. I wanted nothing more than to shout to the world that I hated him, that I refused to accept the filthy and sadistic act he was performing, but I couldn’t. I was at a loss for thoughts or words of any kind as he fucked me, the force he used shoving me against the bed. My entire body vibrated from the adrenaline rush, his touch both enigmatic as well as devastating. I would never be able to recover, couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror.
My reflection would tell no lies.
The dirty, primal experience was exhilarating, my blood pulsing. Why. Why. Why? Tiny whimpers escaped my mouth, my heart fluttering. Fucking stars were floating in front of my eyes, only they weren’t in their usual vibrant white light. They were infused with the most vivid colors of the rainbow.
Sapphire.
Emerald.
Ruby.
As if I’d been shoved into another plane of existence.
He was rough, refusing to accept anything less than all of me.
But the brutal passion was everything I’d craved and more.
Within seconds, my body’s reaction was yet another distinct betrayal as a climax rushed into my system. There was no holding back, no pretense of romance. There were only his savage needs as he pummeled into me.
No. There was also the most incredible pulse of bliss, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy.
Panting, every moan slipping from my mouth reeked of the passion we shared. Every movement of my body was an admittance of how much I craved this man.
Sinclair seemed to sense my near explosion, thrusting like a wild animal, digging his perfectly manicured nails into my sensitive flesh.
As the orgasm rushed through me, tickling every cell and muscle, I bit back a scream.
At least the first time.
Within seconds, another climax soared up from my toes, pushing me into euphoria. I threw my head back with a guttural bellow as my body reacted involuntarily, meeting every hard thrust. Skin slapping against skin.
