I don’t know of any way we could ever come back from this. No matter what I feel or Ana feels, no matter what changes in the future—this will always be our first time. On a dining table in her captor’s apartment, forced at gunpoint. Whether she comes or not, whether I enjoy it physically or not, none of that matters.
Alexandre is making me violate her, and for that, I hope I get the chance to kill him, above all else.
He took her from me once—and now, against all odds, he’s taking her from me again.
“It’s okay,” Ana whispers shakily, clearly seeing my predicament. “It’s okay, Liam, please—”
The male body is a hell of a thing. Despite our predicament, those two words, whispered in her soft sweet voice—Liam, please—is enough to send my cock rocketing into a full erection, going from embarrassingly soft to achingly, painfully hard in a matter of seconds. I’ve imagined her whispering that a hundred times, at least with my fist around it—Liam, please—and my body doesn’t seem to know the difference between that imagining and the reasons she’s whispering it now.
“Get your finger off the trigger,” I hiss at Yvette. “Or I’ll move her the wrong way, and you’ll set it off by accident. I need to get her up on the table.”
“Then hurry the fuck up,” she snaps, shifting her finger slightly so that at least she’s not in danger of killing Ana while I fuck her. With her other hand, Yvette drags Ana’s skirt above her waist, letting me see her bare for the first time, with no panties beneath the linen dress and her soft pink pussy naked to my view, and everyone else’s in the room.
I know Alexandre must have fucked her, but I can’t think of that now. I force myself to only think of Ana, of her voice whispering my name as I grab her hips and lift her onto the table, the gun still pressed to the side of her head as Yvette stays close to us. I spread Ana’s legs, unzipping my pants with one hand as I pull out my inexplicably rock-hard cock.
“Well, I see you’ve found your manhood,” Alexandre says dryly from behind me. “Don’t worry,petit, I’m sure you’ll prove your love to me quickly enough.”
It’s the cruelest test. Ana can try as hard as she wants, but that doesn’t mean she won’t get wet or orgasm, especially since Iknowshe wants me. She wanted me the afternoon we met, the afternoon we talked in the garden. Iknowhow I feel isn’t unrequited, even if I don’t know the exact depth of her feelings. Tears are running down the sides of her face as she lies there, frozen, clearly terrified, a gun to her head. I feel like the scum of the earth as I guide my hard cock between her thighs, to the folds between them that are cool and dry, not flushed and wet and swollen the way I’d imagined they’d be the first time I slept with her. I’ve imagined this moment so many times, and exactly none of them have been like this.
And there’s nothing I can fucking do about it. Alexandre is violating us both, and I’m helpless to stop it. I can see his bite mark on her neck, and I hate him viscerally more than I’ve ever hated anyone. More than I hated Alexei, in this particular moment at least.
Ana bites her lower lip hard as I push into her, her body resisting me. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, her eyes closing, and I hear Yvette make a noise low in her throat as she pushes the gun against Ana’s temple harder, leaning up to whisper in my ear.
“Alexandre says he’ll believe she loves him if she doesn’t enjoy it, if she doesn’t come. But I’m tellingyou, little Irish lover boy, that if youdon’tmake her come, I’ll kill her and tell Alexandre the gun went off by accident. He’ll be brokenhearted, of course, but I’ll console him. You fuck her good, Irish, make her come hard, or she’s dead.” Yvette chuckles. “Of course, if she comes, he might want me to shoot her, so she might be dead either way. But at least she’ll get some pleasure before she dies. And Alexandre is a bit of a hard read—he might forgive her. But I won’t forgive you, if you don’t make her come. Iwillkill her. Believe me on that.”
I do. Alexandreisa hard man to get a read on, and from the way he looked at Ana before he got angry, I’m not entirely sure that he would kill her. But I believe, to the depths of my soul, that Yvette will shoot Ana if I don’t make her come and call it an accident. Which means I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Make her come, and risk her life. Try to keep her from orgasming, and almost certainly be the reason she dies.
I know which choice to make. And I have a flicker of an idea that just might work if I can time it correctly.
“Ana,” I whisper her name under my breath, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry it’s like this, Ana. I didn’t want our first time to be like this, but I wanted you so badly. You feel so good, even like this, it feelssogood—” I whisper it low enough that Alexandre can’t hear us, mostly for Ana’s benefit, to help her. But it’s true. Even under the current circumstances, her body feels glorious, her pussy tight and hot around my cock, her perfect delicate ballerina’s body like an art piece sprawled on the table among the crockery, her hair everywhere, her pale face upturned as the last rays of sunlight spill across it in the dying evening, and I move faster, harder despite myself. My body wants pleasure, maybe all the more so for the imminent danger, and very quickly, I can feel that Ana’s does too.
She’s crying still, but it’s not just her cheeks that are wet. I can feel her growing wetter around me, her hips starting to move, my cock sliding in and out of her more easily as I hold her waist, grunting despite myself with the pleasure of it as I keep fucking her, aware of the eyes on us, of the fact that as soon as we both come, I have to make snap decisions that no man should have to make in the afterglow of orgasm. Or—if I can hold mine back, as soon asshecomes. If I can force myself to pull out of her when it feels so fucking good—
“Liam—” Ana whispers my name, opening her eyes, and I know she’s close.
So fucking close.
Yvette smiles wickedly, and her finger slides towards the trigger.
So. Close.