"Last chance totell me to stop," I say, though every cell in my body is screaming at me to take her now.
She looks backat me over her shoulder, green eyes blazing with want and defiance. "Don't you dare stop."
I thrustinto her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her palms pressing harder against the glass as her body adjusts to me. The feeling of being inside her again after weeks of thinking about nothing else nearly undoes me.
"Fuck,"I growl, fighting for control. "You feel even better than I remembered."
She pushes back against me,taking me deeper. "Move," she demands breathlessly.
I pull backand thrust again, setting a rhythm that has her moaning my name. Her body responds to mine like it was made for this, like we're two pieces of the same puzzle finally fitting together.
Anyone with a telescopecould see us, but I don't care. Let them watch. Let them see that she's mine.
"Tell me you're mine,"I command, my grip tightening on her hips.
"Never,"she gasps, but her body betrays her, clenching around me in a way that makes my vision blur.
I lean over her,pressing my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. "Your body knows the truth even if you won't admit it."
She shudders beneath me,her breathing ragged. I can feel her getting close, can sense the tension building in her muscles. I slide one hand around to find her clit, circling it with my thumb.
"Oh God,"she moans, her head falling forward.
"Not God,"I murmur against her neck. "Just me."
The combinationof my thrusts and my fingers pushes her over the edge. She comes with a cry that echoes through the apartment, her body clamping down on me like a vice. The sensation triggers my own release. I bury myself deep inside her as I come harder than I can ever remember.
We staylike that for a moment, both breathing heavily, my forehead resting against her shoulder. Reality starts to creep back in around the edges of my consciousness, what I've done. What I'm doing. What I'm going to have to continue doing.
She straightens slowly.I step back, giving her space to turn around. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair messed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She's never looked more beautiful.
"This doesn't change anything,"she says, but her voice lacks conviction.
“Pick up your clothes.I’ll show you to your room.”
Her mouth drops open. “I am not staying here!”
“You are.”
I see her struggling to make sense of the situation. "You tell me my father owes you money, hold me prisoner, and then we... and I..." She shakes her head. "This doesn't make sense."
“Follow me,” I order.
It’s hard to have a serious conversation with her pussy on display and my dick hanging out.
She snatches up her skirt and holds it against herself. I know she’s not going anywhere. She can’t. I made sure of it.
I show her to theguestroom.
I don’t typically take prisoners, but I have on occasion needed to keep someone locked down. The room locks from the outside.
“Bathroom is through there,” I say and gesture toward the door.
I do up my pants while I wait for her.
She comes out of the bathroom, her hair falling around her shoulders.
“This is bullshit,” she snarls.
