“Fine,” I growl, then flip her over onto her belly with ease.
She doesn’t fight me, and I hate it. I fucking hate it.
It’s time to scare her, to send her packing. Pushing my shorts down to the floor, I lean over her on the bed. I grip her by the hips, forcing her onto her knees.
I rock against her ass and watch as she falls helplessly against the mattress, clearly not ready for what I’m going to give her. With her face pressed firmly into the sheets and her ass in the air, I grip her panties and shift them to one side, exposing her perfectly pink pussy. A gasp escapes her lips, and I fist my cock in my hand, bringing it to her entrance.
“You sure this is what you want? You want me to fuck you?” I barely get the words out. My chest heaves as I try and get oxygen into it. My heart is pounding so hard inside my chest, it feels like I might die. And damn, wouldn’t this be a way to go.
“I don’t—I don’t want it like this, but I want you,” she mumbles into the sheets.
She’s giving herself to me, but why? So I can break her, hurt her?
“Well, I don’t give a fuck what you want.” My words are coated in rage as I push my swollen cock against her entrance. The head barely slips inside, and she cries out, but not in pleasure. No, this is a cry of pain.
My grip is tight on her hips, and I exhale, trying to determine my next move. Do I follow through and fuck her like this for the first time, knowing damn well she’s a virgin or do I do right by her and give her the best time of her life.
“I’m not scared of you, Hero.” Her voice is trembling, giving her away.
Now, I know exactly what I need to do.
I lean forward and whisper into her ear, “You should be…”
Chapter Twelve
Elyse
I bite my bottom lip and pray he can’t see through my very thin vale of lies. I’m so afraid, my body starts to shake. I want this with Hero, but not like this. I want the man who cherished me, promised never to never hurt me. I want him…
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, wondering if he can even hear what I just said. I told him I wasn’t afraid of him, but I am—he’s thick, too thick, and I…
The pressure of his body against my backside is lifted, and I’m shocked when his booming voice enters my ears.
“Out. Get the fuck out now!” he roars, causing me to scamper across the bed. I chance a glance up at him and see the anger in his eyes, but it’s also mixed with something else. Sadness. Desire. Emotions I am quite familiar with by now.
It takes me a moment, but I swallow my fear down and crawl across the bed, reaching out for his length. It’s thick, and throbbing, and completely angry looking, just like its owner.
“What are you doing? You just told me not to hurt you and now you come before me on your damn knees, your tiny hands wrapped around my cock, practically begging me to fuck you.” His words are laced with no humor, but the wicked grin on his face confuses me.
“You won’t hurt me, Hero. You won’t. I know it deep down inside my heart.”
A hiss escapes his lips, and his eyes drift closed as I squeeze his member, moving up and down his length. My thumb scrapes over the velvety soft head, and I swear his body trembles.
“And why is that?” His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he massages the aching muscles.
“Because it’d kill you to hurt me. It would be like you hurting yourself.”
His movements halt, and he pulls away. His eyes are open now, shining brightly, the green in them drawing me in.
“You’re a good liar, but there are some things even you can’t hide.” I cup his cheek with my free hand as much as the brace allows and watch his eyes soften for a few seconds, proving I am exactly right.
The moment doesn’t last long, though. The mask he wears so proudly is carefully put back into place, covering the real man beneath. In an instant, he’s grabbing me by the arms below my wrists and pushing me back onto the bed, forcing me to lie flat.
I look up at him and see nothing but a mask of emotions.
He releases his hold on my arms and trails his hands down my body, coming to rest against the hem of my panties. With one hard tug, he rips them right off, causing me to gasp out in shock.
I’m just beginning to digest the fact that I had my panties ripped off when he drops to his knees before me, his head ducking in between my legs, his tongue slipping between my folds, giving me one hard lick.