“You don’t know who that man was. He could have hurt you, taken you!”
“Oh, what? Only you’re allowed to hurt me?” she asks, and I know her question is rhetorical.
She’s testing me, pushing me to prove her point. It’s useless, though. Hasn’t she learned by now that I don’t care about the typical social conventions of the world?
“Exactly, and I will kill anyone who dares to challenge that. You can’t go around being nice to every Tom, Dick, and Harry. People are after us, men who will do whatever it takes to get to me— to get to my father— and that includes posing as lowly street scum to seek your pity.”
“He wasn’t going to hurt me.”
“And I wasn’t going to find out if he would. You’re not going to find any sympathy in me, Siân, so you might as well give up hope.”
She shakes her head. “So today was all an act? Another fucking lie to manipulate me?”
“Let’s go,” I pull her toward the alley entrance, but she plants her feet.
Rooted into place, Siân tugs with all her might until she is finally free. I go to snatch her wrist, but she moves away, sidestepping me and nearly falling over the man’s corpse. A yelp escapes her, and she shifts to back away, bumping into my chest.
With her back against my front, my need to prove to her she is mine only grows. I snake my hands down her sides quickly and grip her hips, pulling her into me even more. “You’re mine, Siân, and whether you want to see it or not, I was fucking protecting you.” I move again and lock my arms around her waist.
She shakes her head and claws at my hands. “No, I’m not!”
I’ve tried to be patient— or at least as patient as I can be— but this back and forth nonsense is starting to piss me off. Without another word, I grab one wrist and turn her to face me. Stalking forward, I don’t stop until she’s pressed between the brick of the building and my body.
When she opens her mouth to speak again, I promptly cover it. “Shhh. We’re done talking, topolina.” I can feel her teeth sink into my flesh as the last word leaves my mouth. It makes my dick swell and strain against my slacks.
I force her head back using the hand I have over her mouth, then slide the other one between us and unbutton my slacks. Her shoulders tense as her arms try to wiggle between us, but I just force my body against her even harder.
“You can say you’re not mine all you want”—I use my knee to spread her legs—“but the moment my fingers grace your pussy, I know you’ll be dripping. You always are.”
Dropping the hold I have on my pants, I slide my knuckles past her dress and up the inside of her thigh. Her skin is already hot, and when I brush the front of her panties, she’s wet just like I knew she’d be. I hook my fingers into the delicate fabric and pull, ripping her panties, then let them fall down her legs between us.
Gripping my dick through the hole of my zipper, I rub the head against her slit. Her eyes are still full of anger and contempt, but her body relaxes the slightest bit. “See, little mouse. You’re mine,” I hiss.
She shakes her head as tears well in her eyes but doesn’t dare try to fight me anymore.
Slowly, I push into her and relish in the soft, muffled moan that slips from her lips. With every thrust, I keep my eyes locked on hers, waiting for the last bit of fight she has in her to leave, but it doesn’t. The sooner she realizes this is how shit is, the sooner shit can get better. She just needs to give in to me.
I let go of her mouth and move both hands back to her hips. Turning her around, I force her onto the ground next to the man I murdered. The sound of broken glass crunching under my shoes only adds to my senses. The sea of voices from people passing by, a slew of individuals who are oblivious to what’s happening only a few feet away.
Siân holds out a hand as if she is begging for someone to see her, to save her, but it’s pointless. Her words are trapped in her throat. Only low grunts leave her, though soon, even those are mixed with soft cries of pleasure.
She loses her balance, falling forward on her elbows, bringing her face closer to the dead man. Without even trying, she tilts her ass up for me, calling me to drive deeper into her. She tries to lift herself, but I shove my hands into her hair and keep her in place.