“Shh, Princess,” Soren whispers against my skin, giving me a couple of moments to adjust to the fucking thick rod he calls a dick. “I’ve got you.”
Soren pulls back enough to part my legs, watching at the spot we’re connected. He’s buried to the hilt, and a look of pure satisfaction flashes in his eyes when he sees the blood smeared on my inner thighs. He rubs his thumb over my inner thighs, then does the most deranged thing I’ve ever seen him do.
He sucks the blood off his thumb.
“What the—”
His hand clasps around my mouth again, and he leans in. He doesn’t start slowly — of course, he doesn’t. Soren starts thrusting into me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The feeling of him stretching me out to accommodate his size, the feeling of his piercing hitting that sweet spot inside me, makes my vision blur a little.
“How does it feel, Princess?” Soren taunts, his voice a mere whisper in my ear. “How does it feel to bleed for the man you hate? How does it feel to be fucked in the woods like a pathetic little slut by the man you want dead?”
A deep moan slips past my lips, and it makes Soren groan. He picks up the pace, his lips yet again attaching to my breasts. The man’s obsessed with them, it seems. While he’s sucking on one, he’s using his hand to squeeze, grope, and tease my nipple, the other one reaching between our bodies to rub my clit.
“Soren!” His name falls from my lips like a sweet prayer, myhands clawing at his back over the shirt he’s wearing. His muscles tense for a moment, and he picks up the pace, slamming his cock into me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages. “Let me hear you moan my name. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
“You—”
“You, what?” He cuts me off, pulling back to look at me. His eyes have gone almost completely pitch black, the feral look in his eyes terrifying me to my bones. Yet, it causes my stomach to do a backflip. “You bastard?”
“Yes,” I groan.
“Well, the bastard’s fucking your sweet cunt, and I promise you, Sophia, I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp, tugging on the ends of his hair at the nape.
“Oh, I would, and I will. I’ll breed your sweet cunt time and time again, until I’ve made a permanent mark on you, Princess.”
He shuts me up with a deep, maddening kiss. His hand comes to squeeze my throat as he continues to fuck into me like a brutal beast, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the surroundings. The cold air around us no longer bothers me; the heat of our bodies overwhelming me.
He continues to hit that sweet spot inside me, and the familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach almost bursts. I’m almost there, and I can’t believe that I let this man be the first one to fuck me and to bring me to an orgasm.
“Soren,” I gasp into the kiss, and he takes the opportunity to bite down on my bottom lip. It’s not as rough as the time in Colton’s office, but hard enough to send a message. “I’m close.”
“Are you?” He murmurs. “Beg.”
“What?”
“Beg for me to let you come, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I whine, my nails digging into the skin on his nape.
“Then, beg.”
I swallow and debate whether or not to give myself to him. But he switches tactics, his thrusting becoming more violent, deeper, and rougher. It’s enough to teeter me on the edge, to make me lose my mind. So, the pride seems to vanish, my body trembling beneath him.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please let me come, Soren.”
He chuckles. “I can’t hear you.”
“Please, let me come,” I scream out, and something sadistic comes over his features. A wicked gleam in his eyes, a dark, disturbing smirk pulls on his lips, and my heart starts hammering against my ribcage furiously.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, then leans to kiss me. “Come on my cock, Princess. Come apart for me.”
