He used the edge of his teeth to tease my sensitive flesh and sucked even harder before he released my breast and slid his hand down my stomach. He pushed two fingers inside of me.
Despite the chilling rain raging around us, my cheeks burned.
He lurched upward and forced both his knees between mine. He stared down at me as he lowered his zipper and freed his cock. “The game’s changed.”
Lightning split the sky behind his head.
I lowered my bound wrists and covered my eyes, turning away with a cry.
This isn’t happening.
I turned back and shrieked against the rain pouring down on us. “This isn’t a fucking game! This is my life!”
His fist brushed my inner thigh. He leaned forward, shielding me from the rain as he placed his forearm to the side of my head. His cock pressed against my entrance.
I pushed against his chest, twisting my hips in a vain attempt to stop him.
He nipped at my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, bruising the sensitive flesh before harshly commanding, “Open for me, babygirl.”
I whimpered, my resolve melting.
He rocked forward as he nuzzled my neck, his mouth tracing the spot behind my ear. He then whispered darkly, “Surrender to me.”
I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t force the words of denial past my lips.
He angled his hips and thrust. His shaft stretched and filled me at the same time he claimed my mouth, devastating what was left of my resistance.
As the unrelenting torrent hammered down on our writhing forms, he drove into me with ever-increasing ferocity.
And with each thrust, I hated him more. For being right.
CHAPTER 22
PIERCE
Ipushed my hips down, forcing her legs open wider and thrust in deep.
I wanted—no, needed—her to feel every inch.
I wanted her to carry my mark for days.
I wanted her bruised and sore.
I wanted her to feel me so deeply inside, I became a part of her.
I wanted there to be little doubt who now owned her body.
Madison arched beneath me.
My blood was so heated, I couldn’t tell if she was struggling against me or responding to my touch. God help me, I didn’t care. Not when she looked at me like that, not when her pussy gripped me this hard.
I was a man possessed. Nothing mattered but feeling the hot clench of her body around mine. I cared little for the continuing storm. If anything, it made the squeeze of her tight cunt that much hotter, and the tears on her face glittered that much brighter mixed with the rain.
The cliff face threatened, a sharp reminder I had almost lost her a moment ago.
If I had been a half a second later, she would have plunged to her death.
Her terrified scream and the sight of her slight frame violently pitching forward and almost disappearing over the edge would forever be seared into my memory.
