I loosen my grasp.
“No.” Her lips curl up into a smile.
I’m not a good person. I’ve raped plenty of women before. She should believe my threats.
I snarl.
I tighten my hand again watching as the blood drains from her face.
“You’re so much prettier when you can’t speak.”
She doesn’t move beneath me or struggle at all. She still thinks I’ll stop. I won’t.
My other hand ducks under her shirt, running up the length of her body savoring the smooth skin on her belly and up to her hardened nipples. Her body wants me, despite her hatred of me.
“You want me, baby.” I flick my thumb across her nipple.
Her cheeks flush, and I loosen my grip on her throat, taunting her. Letting her deny her cravings if she wants, but she can’t.
Her head jerks to the side as she bares her teeth and sinks them into the flesh of my hand. I grab her jaw, prying her mouth off my hand before slapping her across the face.
She huffs, breathing heavily in and out as the sting spreads across her face. She’s angry now and is finally going to fight back. Good. I need her fighting to find out exactly how strong she is.
“You’re nothing more than a rapist. I don’t want you. I could never want someone that hurts me as you do. My body is human. It responds automatically to a man’s touch. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I rip her panties down and plunge two fingers inside her, feeling the wetness and spreading it out between her legs so that she can feel how wet she is for me. Her arms fight against my body trying to push me off, but she’s barely fighting at all. I’ve pissed her off, but not enough to become desperate.
“You feel that baby? You’re so wet. Wetter than you’ve ever been before. Aren’t you?”
I grab her chin and turn her head toward me. “Answer me!”
“I hate you.” Her nostrils flare with each exhale. Her body is tense beneath mine as she does everything she can to keep me from penetrating her shell.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Her hands fight against my chest, trying to get me off. One of her nails sinks into a sensitive spot in my back, releasing a deep growl from my throat. I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, holding them with one hand as she struggles beneath me.
“Last chance. You can stop this beautiful. Tell me where to find Nina, and I’ll spare you.”
She bites her lip, forcing herself to keep her mouth shut. I don’t scare her enough. Even the thought of me raping her isn’t enough for her to give up her friend. She’s a saint. I’m about to make her feel like a sinner.
I grab her thigh with my free hand and pull her leg wide, as my cock sinks between her legs pulsing at her wet entrance.
I tease her, letting the head of my cock push inside her sex and watch her eyes darken. With rage. Anger. And pleasure.
It’s been a long time since she’s had a man between her legs and her body is practically pulling me further inside.
I wait three seconds for her to change her mind.
One.
Two. My cock slips further inside.
Three.
My cock drives into her, feeling every inch of her slick interior. I could stay here forever, fucking her.
Her hips buck underneath mine, trying to get free. But all it does is allow me to descend deeper. I close my eyes, letting my body enjoy hers for a moment, before I start tormenting her again until she’s crying and willing to give me whatever I want to make me stop. So many different ways and places I could fuck her, make her suffer.