Miranda just nods, her head down, sitting on the ground where she landed after I brushed her off me.
“You arrange for strangers to fucking rape you?”
Her head shoots up at this. “No! It’s not… that. Not if I want it. We’re consenting adults.”
“Consenting—” I scoff, shaking my head. I can’t fucking believe her. I drag my hands through my hair and turn away from her.
I rode the elevator up and then stood on the other side of the door for several long moments, warring with myself over whether or not to open it onto the roof. Just to peek. Just to double check she was fine getting to her car.
And when I lost the battle with myself and pushed open the door, only to find her struggling against that bastard and trying to scream…
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I roar at her where she’s still on the ground, dress up around her waist.
Jesus Christ, she’s just exposed to the fucking world, not even trying to cover herself as she wipes at her eyes, only smearing the mascara worse.
I shouldn’t have looked.
Fuck but I shouldn’t have looked.
Because the sight of her there. Weeping. Broken. Legs splayed with one of her high heels broken, cunt bared…
It flips the switch I’ve managed for years to stifle. All the years of therapy, all the iron discipline.
Gone.
In a single moment, all of it, gone.
“Is this what you want?” I sneer, reaching down and grabbing her roughly by her upper arms, dragging her to her feet and then twirling her and slamming her face down on the hood of her Corvette.
I take both of her wrists and pin them behind her back. Then I bend over her from behind, just like that other bastard had her, and I jam my erection into her ass. “You want it like this? You want a stranger to fuck you?”
There’s a distant voice shouting in the back of my head: What the fuck are you doing? Let her go. Back away. Fucking now. This is a road you can never go down again.
But then she bends her head to look at me, an awkward angle with the way I have her positioned. I can’t read what’s in her eyes. If it’s lust or determination or what.
All I know is she doesn’t look broken anymore.
“Yes, I want it,” she whispers. “But only if you make it hurt.”
My hand that’s not holding her wrist is on my buckle the next instant. I rip it open and undo my slacks.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck, it feels good to free my cock. My tip immediately seeks her entrance. She’s so hot. And wet. Dripping fucking wet.
She wants it.
And I haven’t had it in so long. So fucking long.
Just this once. Just this once and then never again.
She wants it. It’s not wrong if she wants it.
My hips surge forward and then I’m fucking her. It’s not a decision. In this moment, I can’t not be fucking her.
She cries out with the first in stroke. I don’t ease her into it. And I’m a big motherfucker. Women have had trouble taking me in the past.
I pull back and then drive my hips forward again. Deeper. Fuck. I throw my head back and grip her wrists even tighter.
I’m not wearing a condom. Shit. It should worry me. But after six years without a woman, the only thing I can think is fuck, I can feel all of her. No barriers. Nothing between us. My nerve endings feel raw as if they’re firing for the first time and the need to fuck her is this insane compulsion.
She clenches around me. Or maybe she’s squeezing so tight because she’s trying to keep me out? Is she regretting her decision?
The thought only makes me harder.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and shove her face harder into the hood of the car and I let my fantasies loose.
I followed her out of the bar. She was swinging that luscious ass so temptingly. Teasing all those bastards but then leaving them wanting.
Cock tease. My father’s voice reverberates in my head. Women who are cock teases need to be taught a lesson, son. A tease is a promise. It’s our job to make sure they pay up.
NO. I swore. I swore I’d never be anything like him.
Disgust chokes me.
But I fuck Miranda even harder. My hand pushes the side of her face against the hood. Fresh tears squeeze out of her eyes.
I’m horrified.
I’m fascinated.
She squeezes around me, tighter than my fist when I punish-fuck my hand for my sick fucking fantasies.
And I cum.
Deep and long and hard, I empty myself into her.
She squeezes tighter, tighter, milking me of every last drop, a high-pitched gasping wail escaping out her lips.
Fuck but she’s cumming, too.
She really did want it.
I drag my cock out and then shove back in, rougher than I have yet, positively jackhammering into her and shoving her pelvis painfully against the hood of the Corvette.