“Ugh!” I throw my arms up in frustration. “How could you do that?”
“You should be thanking me.” He hefts me over his shoulder and walks towards my bedroom. “You don’t even like him.”
“Put me down!” I yell, squirming.
He whacks me on the bottom. “Stay still.”
“My father is going to kill me.”
Dom flings me onto the bed.
“Go before he gets here.”
“Not a chance,” he says, discarding his clothing. “I’m not done.”
“For once, do what I ask!”
“I make the demands, not you.” He gets on the bed and claws at my dress.
“This is a new dress!” I scream. “You can’t keep ripping my clothes to shreds!”
“I’ll buy you more.”
I attempt to ward him off, but Dom promptly subdues me and mercilessly rams his manhood through my slick passage. He pumps into me so forcefully, the headboard strikes the wall in a sharp staccato, causing the wooden cross hanging above it to fall beside us. He plants his face in my neck, groaning hoarsely. Our fingers intertwine, seeking solace in each other as we careen towards pandemonium. The sheer violence of our joining spawns an unstoppable maelstrom destined to sever us in half. We’re to blame for our destruction.
“I feel it too,” Dom says gruffly.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“The visceral reaction of touching you… of fucking you. You torment me.”
We orgasm as one, our impassioned cries resonating throughout the room.
I fuck Pepper for the fourth time, plowing into her from behind at a rapid pace. One hand is used to secure her wrists at the center of her back, and the other presses her face into the mattress, stifling her pleas for me to stop. At this angle, her arch is accentuated and mobility is unattainable, allowing for maximum deepness. Rivulets of sweat stream down my body. She’s hurting, but I can’t stop fucking her. I’m hooked.
“You blasphemous whore!” Pepper’s father appears in the doorway, clutching a Bible. I recognize him from stalking her.
I pull free of her, and she grabs the sheet to cover her nudity. “I can explain,” Pepper says.
“You are a disgrace,” he says in seething anger.
I spring out of bed, giving him a full-frontal view of my nakedness.
“White son of the devil!” he shouts in disgust. “You’ve tainted my daughter!”
“Son of the devil?” I ask, chuckling. “Oh no, I am the fucking devil.”
“You’re a vile man to corrupt an innocent girl!”
“I want to be with Dom and live life on my terms,” Pepper cuts in. “You expecting me to marry Lester is a joke.”
“You no longer have my financial support,” he barks.
“Daddy—”
“Pack your belongings and leave this instant.”
“No,” she says firmly.
