He leaned over, sliding the rough pads of his fingers up and down my spine. His touch created another wave of tingles. When he tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking, I bit back a cry. “I have no intention of stopping. Now, I fuck you in the ass.”
Gasping, I once again clawed the bed, and ripped at the comforter in my attempt to get away. As he’d done before, he yanked me back, smacking my bottom twice. “You can’t. You won’t fit.” I sounded so spoiled, but I’d never had a single man fuck me in the ass. Not one. I’d never contemplated it. I’d never wanted it. I’d never…
“I can and I will.”
I knew I was shaking all over, struggling to breathe as he slid his cockhead down the crack of my ass.
The moment was sinful, pushing another wave of shame into my system. I could feel the heat building on every inch of my exposed skin just like the fire that remained on my ass cheeks.
I could tell I continued to moan, although there was barely any sound coming from my mouth. Even though I kept struggling, there was no getting away from him or what he was about to do. And a big part of me didn’t want to.
When he pushed the tip inside, I expected an explosion of pain as he pounded into me from the start. Yet the excitement overpowered the blast of anguish, creating additional heat between my legs. With his tip barely inside, he rubbed his hand down the length of my back.
“Breathe, my French flower. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I realized his words were meant to be comforting, but I couldn’t stop trembling. I gripped the bedding with enough pressure my knuckles were white, but the craziest thing was that every cell and muscle tingled in anticipation. Really? Had I secretly wanted something like this or was my excitement all about the powerful man standing behind me?
His breathing rapid and every sound he issued little more than a husky growl, he pushed another inch inside, stopping just long enough for me to become used to the discomfort. The fact this had never happened before should add to the tension, but I was enthralled by the darkness he’d offered.
My muscles strained to become used to his huge thick and throbbing cock and as I dragged my tongue across my lips, I couldn’t stop a series of moans from erupting.
“That’s it. Breathe. Good girl. Perfect.”
A tiny part of me wanted to snap at him, to push him away as the pain began to blossom, coursing through me like wildfire. I wasn’t his good girl. I didn’t belong to anyone. I never would. Never! He continued pushing, sliding his big fat cock deeperand deeper. There was no possibility of breathing, no chance of regaining what was lost of my sanity.
A raw hint of anguish shattered my senses, a scream erupting from my lips. Then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside, morphing into an entirely different kind of pleasure. I was ripped apart at the seams and put back together as he thrust the remainder of his cock inside.
Then he simply held his position, caressing my bottom and grinding his hips back and forth. “So tight. I adore fucking a woman in the ass.”
“Never… again,” I managed, still shaking like a leaf.
He chuckled, the tone so deep and rich, velvety and comforting. “Yes, I assure you that this will happen again.”
He was so possessive in his actions, so certain that he’d broken through a barrier that would never be forced back to what it was. When he pulled out, driving into me again, I moaned.
When he repeated the move, I whimpered, still quivering from a combination of pain and pleasure.
As he started pounding into me, slamming his groin against my bruised bottom, I was plunged straight into ecstasy. Everything around me shifted into a wondrous blur, crystals of bubbling light in vibrant colors matching the hard thudding of my heart. All I knew was that I was hanging my head, no longer fighting him.
There was no way to tell how long he continued thrusting, but every action seemed to be more brutal than the one before. But I did know the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer,the change in his breathing and the way his body shook a dead giveaway.
I bit back another cry as I squeezed my muscles, the moment of rapture overtaking everything else. As he erupted deep inside, filling me with his hot cum, all I could do was smile.
CHAPTER 12
Montgomery
A beautiful scar.
As I stood with one hand holding the goddamn cane and another wrapped around a mug of coffee, I stared at the mountains in the background. My French flower had used the words. The girl was either blind or simply trying to make me feel better about my ridiculous state.
Nice try, but she didn’t understand that until I captured the motherfucker who’d pulled the trigger and had spent countless hours cutting the fucking man’s face to ribbons, I wouldn’t feel satisfied.
Or whole again.
If that was possible.
My rage wasn’t only centered on the injury, but the act itself. Someone had dared come into my world. No, that wasn’t the reason either. The truth was that I’d been caught off guard. Thathad never happened before. Attempts had been made on my life a half dozen times and I’d easily sensed the danger. Where the fuck had my mind been at that point? I had no clue.
