No!
My body slumped forward on all fours without his support, and I let out a small scream of frustration at the ruined orgasm. I twisted my head around to glare at him. “You fucking bastard.”
My only solace was that I wasn’t the only one suffering. Josh’s chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths, and his cock jutted straight up, so hard it looked painful. A blade of moonlight sliced through the windows and cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the stony set of his jaw and the blaze of lust in his eyes.
“You know what to do if you want to come.” His mouth curved as he pushed my legs further apart. “Look at you. You’re a mess.”
I didn’t have to see myself to know he was right. Wetness slicked my thighs, and every brush of air against my bare pussy triggered another needy shudder.
Still, I clung on to enough of my rational brain to twist the situation back on him.
Two could play his mind games.
“Scared you can’t live up to your promise, Chen?” I purred. “What happened to fucking the attitude out of me? You talk a big game, but it looks like you’re lacking in follow-through.” I dropped a pointed glance to his arousal.
Despite my taunt, my core clenched at the sight before me.
Josh’s body could serve as the mold for a Greek god statue. Broad shoulders, perfectly carved abs, sculpted arms…and a long, thick cock that looked like it could wreck me with little effort.
Fuck. My mouth dried.
He leaned forward and, without taking his eyes off mine, slowly wrapped one hand around my throat. He squeezed hard enough to cut off my breath for several beats before he loosened his grip. I gasped in a lungful of air, my head swimming from the brief deprivation of oxygen.
“One of these days,” he said. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before he slammed into me from behind with a vicious thrust. A scream ripped from my throat at the painful stretch of his size and the roughness with which he fucked me. Tears sprung to my eyes, but my scream eventually faded into a string of mindless whimpers and squeals as he pounded into me.
“What was that?” Josh’s breath grazed my cheek. “You always have so much to say. Where are your words now, hmm?”
“Go. To. Hell,” I panted. It was the only sentence I could manage before another sharp thrust scrambled my thoughts.
His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”
Before I could untangle the meaning behind his words, he flipped me around so I was on my back. He kept his hand on my throat, pressing me into the ground while he propped my leg on his shoulder. At this angle, he hit spots I didn’t even know existed.
My nails dug into his skin, partly out of instinct and partly as payback for his mindfuckery. Satisfaction bloomed on my lips at his pained hiss when I raked them down his back. In retaliation, he fucked me even harder until our groans and the furious slap of our bodies against each other were the only sounds in the dark space.
I deliberately clenched around him until Josh let out a low hiss. Sweat beaded on his brow; tension lined his face and turned it into granite.
“Seems like I’m not the only one who needs to come,” I taunted.
I clenched again, and his hiss morphed into a curse.
“I was going to take it easy on you. But now…” He pressed harder against my throat until faint spots danced across my vision and the heat blazed hotter in my body. “We’ll have to do it the hard way.”
His next thrust was so savage I lost whatever breath I had left.
Nothing about what we were doing was sweet or sensual. It wasn’t about emotional connection. It wasn’t even about physical attraction, no matter how wet I was or how much he ruined me.
No, we fucked like it was our catharsis, a purge of everything dark and ugly that’d festered over the years. There was a certain liberation in not giving a fuck what the other person thought about you. We could be the worst, most untamed versions of ourselves, and in a world where everyone tried to fit everything into neat little boxes, it was as exhilarating as it was painful.
But as good as it felt, my orgasm remained out of reach. Every time I grazed it, Josh would slow down, drawing out our session of furious, exquisite torture.
“Beg me, Red.” Josh reached between us and stroked my clit, sending another sharp burst of pleasure through my body. “Tell me how much you need to come.” He scraped his teeth against my neck and sucked hard. “How much you need me to make you come.”
Normally, I would make a joke about self-esteem issues, but I was too gone to think clearly.
“No.” My refusal sounded weak to my own ears. I was too desperate for relief. It was only a matter of time before I caved, but I sure as hell could put up a fight before I did.
“No?” Josh eased his thrusts, and another scream of frustration welled in my throat.
Fucking sadistic asshole.
“I hate you,” I moaned. I rolled my hips, seeking the friction I needed to no avail.
“I’m counting on it.” His eyes glittered down at me. “Use your words, Red, or we’ll be here all night.”
Don’t say it.
He slid into me with torturous slowness again.
I couldn’t hold back my pathetic whimpers as he played with me, edging me over and over until I was about to lose my damn mind.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, dontsayit—
“Please.” I choked out the word.