With his hand still wrapped around my throat, he lowered me to the bed, holding his massive body over me.
The invitation was too delicious to resist. I flexed my fingers open, rubbing my palm down his chest. He took several deep breaths, his nostrils flaring as he did.
His expression turned carnal, his jaw clenched, and his eyes bored into mine. At this point, he was nothing but a predator and he’d found his prey.
Or perhaps I’d purposely run to him. For protection.
Just like I’d thought about dozens of times before after nightmares had stolen my sleep, false images had strangled my life.
Being with him was exactly what I needed, yet nothing that could last.
I was so wet, my body yearning for him, that I reached out, still shaking even as I rolled my fingers over his shoulder. In response, he opened my thighs then thrust his cock past my swollen folds in one savage, rough plunge. Moaning, I writhed underneath him, my pussy muscles trying desperately to accept his huge girth. Almost instantly his shaft started to swell, filling me completely.
As he cupped both sides of my face, I wrapped one leg around him, continuing to dig my fingers into his skin. His hard stare remained as he fucked me, watching my ever-changing expressions as the quick moment of pain morphed into a beautiful rhythm. His silence only aroused me even more, hiseyes offering more expression than his words had managed to do.
Even with his books, the draw I’d felt to the characters and to the hero depicted in almost every scene was nothing in comparison to the man hovering over me.
“So fucking beautiful.” His muttered words were soft, another sweet caress while his actions were anything but gentle.
Even more breathless, I clung to him, squeezing my knees against his heated body. A sudden twinkle in his eye caught my attention. He wasn’t finished tormenting me.
I bucked against him, jerking up from the bed with every brutal thrust. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, I threw my head back, gasping several times as stars floated in front of my eyes. Everything about this moment was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so delicious yet filthy. My stomach remained tight as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness. The pain was incredible, pushing me into a near frenzy as I rode him long and hard, no longer able to keep my eyes open. Only seconds later, I was shoved directly into a fiery orgasm, panting as the combination of agony and pleasure electrified every inch of skin. I threw my head back, my scream ragged.
“Yes. Yes…” I bit back a scream, although I had no idea who I thought would hear. We were all alone in a huge house, his closest neighbors acres away.
As he pulled me down, I fought so I could get control of my heavy breathing.
I was so very wrong.
The brutal snap of his hand against my backside caught me so off guard I yelped. “What?”
“Just a few reminders that you will need to follow my directions. That’s the only way I can keep you safe.”
“I haven’t broken any rules. Yet.”
Three additional savage smacks jarred me to the point my eyes were open wide. The anguish was shocking, the electric tingles now having nothing to do with the earlier passion. I struggled in his hold, only to have him wrap his huge arm around my waist, holding me in place.
I was going nowhere.
“Yet is my point,” he gritted out.
“You don’t know me.” Every time I wiggled to free myself, it resulted in trickles of juice staining the inside of my thighs.
“I know enough.” From predator to jokester. “You don’t like following rules.”
Four more and they were even more brutal. Moans were ripped from my body as the anguish drifted all the way down to my toes. “The pot calling the kettle black.”
When he laughed, he nuzzled his face into my neck, but he refused to stop, one coming right after another.
What was it about men who enjoyed disciplining women? The harder I tried to get away, the faster his palm came down on my backside. Every inch of me had exploded with fire, my core erupting. Meanwhile, his cock throbbed, swelling inside mypussy. What was my body doing while I was being treated like a bad little girl?
Clenching around the thick invasion, pulling him in even deeper. I’d never felt so filled in my life.
When it seemed he was finished, he brushed the tips of his fingers along my spine with one hand, brushing damp hair from my face with the other.
As soon as he did, I wiggled, moving back and forth before pressing my hands on his chest. Even as he folded one arm under his head, his grin lopsided, I could tell he was thinking vile thoughts.
