Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor revealing defined abs, brawn in all the right places and a beautiful, tattooed body I suddenly wanted to trace my tongue over.
Done, he worked his belt buckle, the button and zipper on his pants, all while maintaining eye contact. The clench between my legs suggested anticipation, the pound in my heartbeat though, said I wasn’t ready for a man like him.
“You can run, little fox, you just won’t get very far.” He winked, reading the uncertainty on my face. Stepping closer, his fingers trailed a slow path up one leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and when he came down the other, I trembled. “Do you want to leave?” His hand moved, caressing the inside of mythigh, brushing the edge of my panty. I shuddered. “I’m guessing it’s a no?” he whispered, low and throaty.
God, he was so right. Somehow my desire was so strong, it threatened to rock the very foundation of dislike I’d suffered with him.
His eyes on me, he slowly slid my panty down, a stark contrast to how he’d just torn off my scrubs “You’re telling yourself that you don’t want me, trying to fight it.” He removed his pants, and his boxers followed.
My eyes dropped down, and I gulped, biting my bottom lip. How could I forget how huge he was?
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “But deep down, you know the truth.”
“That you’re a monster, a psycho.”
He chuckled. “Yes.” Brushing a thumb lightly over my bottom lip, his gaze lingered on my mouth. “Doesn’t change the fact that your pussy wants me, that she’s dripping for me right now.” His touch trailed down my throat, eyes watching me swallow repeatedly. “But all you need to do, is remember my promises.”
“You mean threats?”
He leaned forward, his lips chasing a line along my jaw. “I’m going to destroy you and fuck you back together until this disgusting, sick monster is the only one you’ll hate to want. Remember that one?” he repeated the threat from my date night with Sean.
Not giving me a chance to respond, he grabbed my hips, flipping me, slid a pillow under my stomach that raised my ass in the air and moved over me, his chest pressing me into the mattress, the chains above my head, crossing.
His teeth sank into my shoulder, biting hard until I cried out, sure he’d drawn blood. “I love that you hate me. Makes everything I’m about to do, gratifying.”
Moving slightly off me, he wrapped one hand around my throat and trailed the other down my side to the front before rolling one finger over my clit. I gasped, arching my back, his grip around my throat tightening.
“So wet and I haven’t even touched you fully,” he hummed into my ear, slipping two fingers inside me.
The moan fell out before I could stop it. His hips pressing into my side while his hard cock rubbed my ass cheeks, his fingers pumped in and out of me, his movements rough and ruthless, the wet fucking noises ashamedly explicit. He pinched my clit and I shuddered him.
“I can make you come just from doing this.” He pinched my clit again and I cried out, the painful pleasure strangely thrilling.
Not prepared to give him the satisfaction of knowing, I squirmed under him, but it did nothing to stop him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this moment. How I savored finally unwrapping you since that first afternoon you sucked my cock.” He added a third finger, and the stretch had me shaking. “The ways in which I pictured taking you, each more depraved than the next. Each growing progressively more unhinged with every passing day. And now I have your perfect body laid out before me, you want me hold back.”
He removed his fingers and slapped my clit. I arched against him, stunned by the intensity spasming through me. He did it again and white spots danced behind my lids for a moment.
“Ask me to fuck you, little fox or I will take you the way I know how. Hard and fucking relentless.” He slapped my clit again, harder.
“You’re threatening consent out of me?”I derided, my nails digging into the bed, the spasms in my pussy driving me insane.
“Wrong fucking answer,” he growled moving back onto his knees. Parting my legs, he lined up his cock with my entrance and leaned forward. “This will hurt.”
With a low primal groan, he jerked his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside me, the sheer size of him stretching me, the chafe of the piercings unbearably sore. Unprepared, I cried out, tears stinging my eyes, my pussy on fire, my shaking body torn between agony and a nauseatingly sweet ecstasy I shouldn’t be feeling. I clenched my pussy muscles, my legs quivering.
“Don’t fucking do that,” he smacked my ass and I yelped, wriggling to get away.
But his grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my skin and he dragged me toward him, his cock pulsing inside me. I clenched around him again and he hissed out a sharp breath. I felt his tremble and glanced over my shoulder. The look on his face suggested he was just as affected, perhaps not in the way he’d thought he would be.
Noticing my gaze, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of me, bringing the tip of his nose to my cheek, the angle forcing his cock deeper. I licked my lips, my breathing unsteady, my heart pounding, my head a mess.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
I touched my lips to his and he took charge, his hot mouth aggressively possessive. His thick girth pulsating inside me, and the pressure was almost too much to bear. The ache was uncomfortable, yet the edges distorted with something fiery, primal and seriously close to desire.
“I don’t do gentle,” he said, breaking the kiss, his breathing surprisingly ragged. “So breathe through it.”
