Page 71 of Worth Risking It

The mattress shifted with his weight, his hand on my shoulder. I knocked him off, not wanting him touching me. He tried again, so I flung to my back and slapped him across the face. Growling, he grabbed at my wrists, and we fought one another, me slapping and crying, he grunting and dodging as I grew more frantic.

Finally, he got a hold of my wrists, shoved them to the pillows, and then straddled me when I started kicking at him, pinning me down. Gasping and panting, I clenched my lids and rolled my face into my bicep, whimpering.

“Listen to me.”

I bucked with all my strength, but really, what was I expecting? Continuing to struggle, he only got rougher and louder, dominating me.

“Chazzy, chill the fuck out!”

Sneering up at him, I pursed my lips, stretched my neck, and spit in his face.

He jolted, his complexion almost purple. A hand lashed to my throat, shoving all his weight into it while the other dragged over his cheek to clean it. Leaning forward, his lips touching mine, he hissed, “Next time you spit on me, you little bitch, it better be my dick before you put it in your mouth.”

Exhilarated and horrified, I gasped, purred, then whimpered, kicking my legs to get him off.

“Like that will ever happen again.”

A brow arched, his lids narrowing. “You really think I’m going to let you end us?”

“You don’t have a choice.”

His chin tucked to his chest, his irises almost black. “You think so?”

“Get off me.”

His feet lifted and tucked over my legs, the tops of his ankles draped over my shins with his knees on the outsides of mine. My legs still trapped, he lifted just a little and shoved his hand into my pants and panties, forcing a finger between my lips.

“Ah!” I screeched, jerking as hard as I could.

“You think I’m ever letting you go, kitten?” he whispered, rubbing viciously at my clit.

My jaw fell and my eyes rolled, having never been aroused so violently. It was sublime!

“Get off!” I shouted, slapping at his shoulders. “Don’t touch me.”

Stretching his arm a little further, his two middle fingers plunged inside, the heel of his palm on my clit now. “This is my pussy, kitten, and you will not take it away from me.”

My spine arched toward him, my thighs quivering. I tried to instinctively open my legs, but I was immobile under his weight.

“Go to hell,” I rasped, though my voice was less than convincing.

“I love you, Chazzy,” he seethed, speeding up. “And you will not take that away from me. Do you hear me? You cannot leave me, I won’t let you.”

“Oh, god.” My brain was reeling, and I was succumbing to the pleasure. Fighting it was futile.

Seeing that I was helpless to stop him now, he let go of my throat, flung his leg off me, and yanked my pants to my knees before shoving his fingers back inside. Dropping to a fist on the pillow beside my head, all four of his fingers stretched my pussy, pumping in and out so hard, he was lifting my hips off the mattress.

“Oh, oh!” I shrieked. My waist twisted toward him, my nails digging into his shoulders. My vision blurred, my teeth clamped on the inside of his forearm, the orgasm assaulting out of nowhere.

He only grew more aggressive, digging deeper, wiggling his fingers. His thumb tucked inside, ripping my flesh, and sending me spiraling into chaos.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed, digging my heels into the blankets and lifting my hips in the air. I was bucking up and down, my teeth in his arm once more.

Wyatt returned his hand to my throat, leaning all his weight to crush my esophagus while he brutally fisted my cunt into a euphoric orgasm. No longer able to scream or even breathe, I was losing consciousness, my pulse thudding at my temples. Bit by bit, my hold on him began to weaken, the blackness seeping into my peripheral. My hands collapsed to my sides, my muscles feeling heavy.

Suddenly, my body jolted with panic and thrashed about. He shifted his weight and moved his hand to the side, so he was cupping my jawline, his thumb shoving into my mouth.

When I realized I could breathe, I took a deep inhale and screamed, squirting powerfully against his fist.