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This is insanity.
This is going to kill me.
And yet, I’m shameless as I peruse his entire body. All the hard lines, the ruthless edges, the sharp corners. He’s as hard as stone, all his muscles defined, peaks and ridges, rolling muscles and valleys. His defined abdomen is riddled with scars, some easily identified as bullets, others not so much but it doesn’t take away from the appeal of the man. His waist tapers into a V, forming an arrow down to his hard, proud cock that juts out from his hips. Muscular thighs, one still bandaged with a white gauze where I stabbed him.
I grin a little at that.
He steps towards me, his jaw clamped tight.
“Open your legs.”
I comply but scowl in his direction, making sure he knows I’m not happy obliging to his demands. I just want him. I need him to settle this ache in me, the one that has been present since I first laid eyes on him. The man is poison and antidote all the same.
Once won’t hurt then I can go back to hating him and plotting my escape.
He kneels on the bed, coming towards me.
“This isn’t going to be sweet,” he warns. “Iamgoing tofuckyou.”
“Then do it already,” I snap.
He quirks a brow and grabs an ankle, pulling me towards him where he then settles between my legs.
“You have quite the mouth on you,” he growls, pushing his thumb between my lips. I bite him.
He hisses out a breath but doesn’t pull out his thumb, instead he pushes down on my tongue which only forces my teeth to withdraw from his flesh so he can remove his finger.
“Maybe we should put it to good use,” he contemplates.
“You put your dick in my mouth and I’ll bite it off.” I warn.
“No returning the favor?” He smirks.
“Not to those who don’t deserve it.”
He nods his head back and forth and without warning, he shoves his hips forward, impaling me on his cock. He’s so big and I’m well, not, that the pain of it makes my eyes water. The invasion is all consuming, my pussy frantically pulses, a mixture of pleasure and pain as it tries to accommodate the size of him.
“Shit!” I groan.
His hand comes up to grip my throat, just below the jaw, pressing hard against the pressure points at the joint.
“Maybe I should teach you some manners,” he warns, his voice all growl.
“Fuck you!”
He pistons his hips, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in so far I’m sure he’s touching something deep inside me that should never be touched.
The pain has evaporated. Gone.
He fucks me hard and relentlessly, his cock pounding me, our skin slapping together.
The grip on my throat becomes tight as he lifts himself to pound harder, pushing me further into the mattress.
“Shit,” I moan.
He keeps going, pulsing his cock in and out of me, my body reacting with each wave of pleasure that shoots through me. This isn’t sex. This is anger. Frustration. Rage. He fucks me with his emotions. Punishing me for crimes I did not commit. And I let him and then some.