“F-Ford,” she whispers. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“We can’t do this. Not here. Not like this.”
“Such a romantic, prickly princess. But don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you.”
She frowns, confusion written all over her soft features. It’s not because I don’t want to fuck her. I do. Shockingly, I absolutely do. I’m just not going to do it right now. She secretly wants it. Until I find out all her secret wants, I’ll enjoy making her wait.
“Get them wet,” I order, bending her body with the force of my own as I lean against her. “And don’t bite this time. You won’t like where I bite back.”
Fear shimmers in her eyes in the mirror. With my grip still in her hair, I ignore the throbbing in my thumb and once bring my fingers within chomping distance. Not gently, I push my fingers into her mouth deep enough she gags. My dick jumps at the thought of making her do this while shoved all the way down her throat. I use my fingers to fuck her mouth—four of them, all but my aching thumb. Slobber runs down over her chin and tears race down her cheeks.
“Good girl. Your mouth is trainable.”
Fury flashes in her gaze, but I yank my fingers out of her mouth before she can do any damage. I twist my fingers tighter in her hair and then slip my wet ones down over her ass crack. She moans—the sound fearful and horrified—and she goes completely still. I find the slick opening of her pussy and tease it with my longest finger.
“You want this, hmm?”
She tries to shake her head no, but my grip on her hair is too tight. I force her to nod. More tears. A sob. Pleading.
“If you want it so bad,” I growl, “then fucking beg for it.”
“Y-You’re a monster.”
“You have no idea.”
Our stares lock. She sees right through me. Straight to the beast that lives at the very root of my soul. Glowers at him, unafraid of the consequence of her bravery.
“Beg.”
“Fuck you, Ford.”
I push a finger deep inside, loving the moan that tumbles out of her. Before she can enjoy it too much, I pull it back out. Her panting fogs up the mirror in front of her face. That won’t do. I need to see every expression on her pretty face.
I yank her upright and bring my teeth to the side of her neck, seeking out flesh through the mess of golden-blonde hair. She whimpers when my teeth press into her neck but don’t bite down. I breathe heavily over her flesh, letting the fire inside me burn her, warning her of the hell that’s to come.
“Are you afraid?” I murmur, letting my finger dip inside her cunt again. “Hmm?”
“Always.”
Her angrily spat out word has me pausing. She’s always afraid and it pisses her off. Poor princess is weak and she hates herself for it.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” I taunt. “It’s a choice. You choose it. That’s on you.”
“You make it sound easy. Like I should be okay with the fact you have me at your mercy, free to do whatever you want.”
“I can do whatever I want. You can’t stop me either. You’re trapped.”
“I’m not weak,” she snaps. “You’re weak. Preying on a little girl. A fucking monster!”
Her blue eyes are wild, enraged beyond belief. She’s not talking to this demon. She’s talking to the ones that live inside her head—the ones who always torment her. The ones responsible for her continuous fear.
“If you’re not weak, then by all means, take control.”
She blinks several times, chasing away the haunting thoughts possessing her. Her tearstained cheeks are bright red and my blood is smeared over her lip and chin. Wrecked and in such a feral state, she’s fucking mesmerizing.
“Make me come.” Her nostrils flare. “I want you to make me come and then I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
I shove my finger deep inside her, pull it out and then shove two inside. She cries out but doesn’t back down. Her boldness has hardened her into stone. Beautiful granite.
“Harder,” she demands. “Make it feel good. If you can.”
My dick is straining against the zipper of my jeans. I want to fuck this mouthy brat until she’s boneless and can’t remember her own name.
“If,” I parrot, grinning at her reflection. “You have no fucking idea who you’re taunting.”
“The snake.” She pushes her ass against my hand. “You’re a snake but I’m not afraid of you.”
Her trembling could argue that fact, but I let her win this round she’s so bravely fought. I squeeze another finger into her tight pussy, fucking her like I would if it were my dick. Rough and relentless. So hard she cries. Such a beautiful sound.
I finally release her hair because I need my free hand. Sliding it around to her front, I squeeze her tit, drawing out a delicious moan, before diving south. My fingers push between her pussy lips, seeking out her sensitive clit. She lets loose a surprised shriek and grips my wrist as though to stop me from making her come.