Before she could respond, I crushed my mouth to hers, devouring her shocked cry. I demanded entrance, nipping at her lips until she opened for me. Her head tipped back, welcoming me to take more.
Her answering hunger fed my animal lust, and my dick pressed hard into her soft belly. My fingers curled into the front of her dress, and I tore my mouth from hers at the same time as I jerked my arms wide. Her sharp cry mingled with the harsh rip of cotton shredding in my fists. I drank in the sight of her: my lovely captive bound and quivering in the dirt beneath me, her breasts bared to my rough, greedy hands. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for my touch.
“You might hate me, but you can’t deny what’s between us,” I rumbled, palming her tits.
“I don’t hate—”
I cut off her lie before it could leave her lips, covering her mouth with mine as I pinched her nipples hard. Keeping the tight buds trapped between my fingers, I tugged, forcing her to arch toward my cruel hands in an attempt to alleviate the sting. I indulged myself in her soft mouth, sampling the flavor of her desperate whimpers.
When she rocked her hips against my thigh, her pain twisting into dark pleasure, I finally released her from my punishing grip. She melted into the earth on a shuddering moan as I stroked her abused nipples, soothing and stimulating her sensitive buds.
Keeping one hand at her breasts, I dipped the other between her legs, finding her hot cunt. At the first brush of my fingers along her seam, she writhed beneath me, mindlessly seeking more contact. Her undulating movements teased my aching dick, and I broke our kiss with a curse.
She cried out when my hands left her hot, needy body, and her eyes flew wide when I went for my zipper. Her pink tongue wet her sensual lips, but her delicate features tightened with fear.
My teeth snapped together in response to her sudden distress, and I tasted blood in my mouth. I swallowed down the coppery tang and freed my cock, fisting it in one hand while I splayed the other low on her belly, pinning her in place.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I growled. “My cock is a reward, and you are being punished. You will not run from me ever again. You’re mine.”
I locked her in my steady stare, imposing my will. She would accept my claim, my mark. Her body already knew its master.
My touch returned to her hot pussy, petting her through the thin barrier of her lacy white panties. Her eyes rolled back on a low moan, but a sharp crack of my palm across her clit harnessed her full attention.
“Look at me.” The command was little more than a feral snarl, but her lovely eyes returned to mine. Her pupils were dilated, and her lips parted on little panting breaths. She settled and softened on a sigh, becoming warm and pliant. When my hand moved between her legs again, her thighs fell wide, offering her cunt to me.
Cruel pleasure twisted my lips in a triumphant grin. She shuddered at my merciless expression, but she didn’t break from my gaze. I traced the shape of her pussy through her panties, exploring her puffy lower lips before tracing a tight circle around her hard clit. She bucked beneath me, but I continued my teasing caress as I began to stroke my cock more firmly.
Pleasure gathered at the base of my spine, and I gritted my teeth to hold it back. Marisol hadn’t suffered enough yet. I needed to hear her begging for orgasm and sobbing for forgiveness. I needed to hear her swear that she’d never try to escape me again.
But I’d been craving her for too long, and the maddening torment of hunting her through the woods like prey had tapped out the final reserves of my control. White lights popped across my vision, and my pleasure ripped through me in a tidal wave. Acting on blind instinct, my thumb ground down against her clit, rubbing the tight nub in a demanding rhythm.
I wouldn’t be the only one to come undone. Marisol had no choice but to lose control with me.
My animal roar echoed through the trees, mingling with her blissful cry. Savage heat flooded my chest as I watched my seed lash her breasts, marking her soft curves as she writhed in her own helpless, ecstatic release.
Marked and punished, Marisol was mine.
Chapter 13
Raúl
The force of my release had ripped through me hard enough to rob all the strength from my body. I collapsed into the dirt, shifting just in time to prevent my weight from dropping on Marisol’s slight form.
After torturous weeks of denying my desire for her, watching my cum lash her golden skin had sent me reeling. My heart thundered against my ribcage, and I gasped for breath as though recovering from a sprint.