To my own surprise, I nod. His eyebrows fly up.
“Why? Do you think I’m gonna hurt you?”
I let out an embarrassed laugh and shake my head. “Of course not. Do you uhm… want some wine? Or something?”
He takes a step back, leaving me some room to catch my breath. “I want something, but it’s not wine.”
His deep voice shoots a spike of need right to my pussy. My panties are soaked, and I swear he can smell it on me. He takes my hand.
“Stop with the act, Kerry. What if tonight was your last night on earth? How would you wanna go out? What would you do?”
“I would want you to touch me,” I whisper, trembling.
He reaches out, his hands descending on my shoulders, but then they just hover there, building heat between us. He follows the contour of my shoulders, my arms. I expect his touch and when it doesn’t happen, I let out a groan. He lets his hands fall.
“Take off your pants.”
I have a pair of soft, gray pants on, not what I had imagined I’d wear the next time we met. Never breaking eye contact, I pull them past my hips and step out of them. His eyes darken several shades and I swear I hear a low growl. I suddenly feel too naked in my tank top and panties. Naked and vulnerable. I take a step back. He follows. He lifts his hand and brushes his thumb over my nipple, turning it into a hard peak.
“Tell me you want me.”
I swallow hard. “I want you.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
I shake my head.
“Do you know how fucking much I want you?”
I widen my eyes and shake my head again. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, putting his mouth to my ear.
“Let me show you how much.” His hand slides over my ass and dips in between my legs, pushing into my heat. “So wet for me, Ker.” He pulls my panties aside and a jolt runs through me as his fingers slide along my folds and then push inside.
I gasp and buck, speared by his fingers that begin to move in me. In. Out. Slide over my clit. Thrust inside. Pushing, prodding. I tremble in his firm hold, lost in the heavy sensation of pure want, of a need for release I had forgotten I even craved. Suddenly, he pulls out and pulls my panties down my legs. I step out of them, tremors running through me. Kneeling, he grabs my thigh and lifts it as he presses his nose against my pussy. I cry out when his tongue starts circling my clit. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm, all I can do is grab his hair and go along for the ride.
He shoves his fingers inside me again and thrusts hard as he keeps teasing my clit, his tongue expertly twirling, flicking the swollen nub. I begin to shake before I finally come apart completely, nearly blacking out, thrashing in his hold, my knees folding. He scoops me up before I fall like a ragdoll and carries me to the couch. I’m so dazed, I barely register where I am.
He lets me down on my back, and moves in on me, snapping open his belt. The rattling pulls me out of my fog and as I look up, I see a man with a gaze so dark it looks like he’s going to hurt me. His jaw clenches and he’s the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen. I push at his chest and scramble back.
“Wait,” I gasp.
He grabs my ankle and pulls me to him. “No. No more waiting.” His voice is a low growl, so primal it sends spikes of heat and fright through me, a confusing mix of sensations I can’t even begin to sort.
“Don’t move, Kerry. Not one inch. You hear me?”
I swallow hard and nod, looking up at the magnificent male towering over me.
“Good girl.”
He grabs the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing a broad chest, all muscles and hard planes, light caramel colored skin beneath a carpet of dark hair. A large tattoo snakes from his back and up over his left shoulder, with the head of a dragon sitting on the front of the shoulder, moving with the rippling muscles. On the inside of his right forearm, he has an ornamented cross, the size of my palm. He looks absolutely amazing. Tossing the shirt, he holds my gaze with his black eyes as he pulls the belt out of the loops, slowly, inch by inch. When it falls free, he leans in, catches my wrists and wraps the belt around them, tightening it and fastening it.
“Hey!” I lift my arms and pull, trying to break free, but he slams them back down against the armrest.
“Shh. Don’t move. Don’t be afraid, Kerry. We’re just… playing.”
He traces his fingertips along my arms and down to my chest, brushing past my nipples that immediately peak. He circles them through the fabric, pinching lightly, making me arch, spikes of renewed need shooting straight between my legs. He flattens his palms and caresses down along my ribcage, to where the shirt ends and naked skin begins. His hands are hot, a bit calloused, and rasp slightly as he pushes up my shirt, past my breasts, over my head, leaving it hanging on my arms.
His fingertips trace my chest down to the lower right side of my belly, to my little rose tattoo: a green stem with leaves and thorns and a deep red crown.
“Pretty.”
“I put it over my appendectomy scar. The thorns because of the pain when my appendix ruptured. The flower because I’m happy to be alive.”
Christian gives me a gaze that darkens briefly and plants a kiss on the rose. Moving up along my chest, kissing and nibbling, he makes me gasp from the heat that rushes to every patch of skin he touches.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he moans as he leans in, catching my lips. “Give yourself to me. I’ve wanted to fuck you so badly since I first saw you. You have no fucking idea how horny you make me,” he mumbles against my lips. Then he claims me, devouring my mouth, his tongue never asking entrance, but forcing its way in. I gasp as I let him take every little corner and crevice, battling him, taking back what I need as well. He tastes delicious, of spices, and him, the essence that is this man. Never breaking the kiss, he lets his hand slide down along my side, to my hip, gripping my flesh a little too hard, demanding, as if he owns my body. Nudging my thighs apart with his knee, he then dips his hand in between my legs, finding my soaked core.
“So wet,” he pants, “so wet for me, Kerry.”
I writhe under him as he thrusts his fingers inside me, pushing in deep, making me gasp.
“Do you want me here? Do you want me to fuck you?”
I’m too far gone to do anything but nod. My heart pounds like mad and everything is him, his taste, his scent, his heat.
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me you want me. Now.” His voice is husky, rough, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
“I— I want you,” I gasp.
“Where do you want me?” He keeps thrusting in me, nothing tender about it, that demon in him I’ve seen glimpses of coming out more and more, his facade cracking.
“In… my pussy.”
“I am in your pussy. My fingers are spearing your soaked pussy, babe. Or did you need something else?” He leans in closer, pressing his rock-hard bulge against my core, igniting me, driving forth something primal I never knew I possessed. I rock against him, wanton need making me helpless beneath him.
“You— I want your cock in me. Take me, Christian. Stop teasing me!”
He pulls out his fingers and sits up. My legs shake and he puts a hand on my thigh, his palm warm as he slides it along the inside. “You only had to ask.”
Unzipping, he makes quick work of freeing himself from the rest of his clothes.
I look up and gasp. “You’re not fitting that in me!” He’s massive, a beautiful, thick cock. And too big.
“You’re not backing down this time, love. I’m not letting you.”
I widen my eyes. “What are you saying?”
His gaze is unreadable, dark, dangerous, then it softens.
“That you’re gonna love it.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me to him. I slam up my arms, pushing at his chest.
“Ah-ah.” He pushes down my arms ove
r my head, holding them there. “Now be a good girl.”
I go still as I feel the tip of his cock against my opening. Catching his gaze, I whisper, “Be careful with me.”
“Of course.”
He applies more pressure, holding my wrists in a steel grip, pushing on, spreading me wide. It stings, no matter how slick I am, how turned on I am, my body simply isn’t used to this, to his girth.
“Relax.”
“Wait,” I pant.
“Waiting’s over, girl. You’ve fucking teased me for days. I’ve been patient, but I am taking your body tonight.”
My heart jolts at what he’s saying. The feeling that he’d take me no matter what I said I had that first night, returns full force as he keeps pushing, deeper, filling me beyond anything I’ve felt before.
“Oh God!” I arch and wiggle my hips, trying to accommodate him. “God!”
“There’s no God here,” he growls and thrusts the rest of the way.
I cry out from the shock and the pain. Christian claims my mouth, taking every moan, every last bit of breath from me. But he has gone still, leaving me a chance to come back, to adjust.
“You’re terrible,” I whisper.
He grins. “I know.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
Chapter 7
Kerry
Pulling back, he then slowly pushes back inside, taking care of me, making sure I’m with him, that he’s not damaging me, and I adjust, and it’s amazing. I’ve only ever been with Evan before, and I guess he was pretty average. Average in everything. He was kind, though, nothing like the sinister passion that oozes off this man.
Picking up the pace, he’s still holding my arms. I moan louder with every thrust, my noises mingling with his low grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly he pulls out and grabs my hips, spinning me around and pulling me up so I’m on my elbows and knees.
“You are so fucking tight,” he gasps as he pushes inside from behind.
I shudder, crying out as he hits deep, too deep, taking more than I can give.
“Careful,” I squeal, trying to inch forward, to relieve the pressure.
He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, slamming me down on his cock, over and over. I have no control. He’s like a mountain, all muscle, all ruthless beast. His hand finds its way to between my legs, to my clit, teasing it, rubbing against it as he keeps thrusting hard in me.
My head spins, the pressure builds, and him in me isn’t that bad anymore. Teetering on the edge, my body indecisive for a few eternal seconds, I then scream uncontrollably as my second orgasm of the night claims every cell of my body. Spasming around his cock, thrashing under him, I wail with abandon. He keeps up the pressure on my clit, giving me no reprieve, and I can’t fucking believe it, but I come again, not as strong, not giving me a blackout, but still shattering me into a trembling mess.
Christian pulls me to him hard one last time, then he roars out his own release, swelling in me, twitching.
He falls on top of me, heavy, crushing me under his weight, his chest hot and slick with sweat, his cock still buried deep in me.
My whole being tingles. It was good, so good. And it was just as rough and worrying as I imagined it would be, that foreboding feeling I had that made me back off every previous time.
I couldn’t back out tonight. He took what he wanted. Me. And… I kind of liked it.
“You’re heavy,” I pant.
He’s still in me, still hard. Something tells me he isn’t done. Something tells me he won’t listen if I say that I am. It scares me and excites me. Meeting Christian, letting him in, is like allowing the naughtiest, most forbidden fantasies to come alive. The ones you never, ever meant to fulfill.
Christian grabs around my chest and pulls me with him, sitting up, still spearing me, spreading my legs wide apart. My back rests against his sweaty, rapidly rising and falling chest. The heat he exudes makes me shudder.
His hands find my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples harder and harder until I squirm and mewl. It’s like everything with him. It both hurts and ignites. Rocking his hips, he begins to thrust in me again, slowly, lazily. My eyes almost roll back from the sensation. I put my still tied hands between my legs, rubbing my over sensitized clit.
“Ah-ah. Put your arms over your head.”
“It hurts. I can’t sit like that.”
He thrusts harder, gripping my arm. “I wasn’t asking.”
A thrill runs through me at his demanding tone. “You can’t force me.”
My heart nearly stops from the shock of my own bold statement. I realize he can do just that.
A low growl rumbles through his chest, reverberating through me, making me forget how to breathe. Oh my God.
His breath is hot on my ear as he leans in closer. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
He pushes me up off his cock, off his lap. His seed begins to dribble along the insides of my thighs as I stand on shaky legs, disoriented from the sudden change of position. Grabbing around my waist, he hoists me over his shoulder and makes his way up the stairs, toward my bedroom.
“Hey!” I slam my fists against his back, and kick my legs, reeling when he slaps me on my butt. Hard. “God! What are you doing? Let me down!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Tonight, you’re mine, Kerry Jackson, the sooner you realize that and submit, the better.”
My heart thrashes in my chest at his words. His? I’m not his. Submit?
He kicks open my bedroom door and dumps me on the bed. I scramble back, my breath catching in my throat. My mind spins. I’m actually afraid. What’s he doing?
“You’re not raping me!”
He chuckles as he grips my ankle, preventing me from scooting even further back. “I’m not raping you, girl. I’m just very… convincing.”
I try to free my leg, but he holds it down in a steel grip. Climbing up on the bed with me, he then grabs my hips and flips me over on my belly. I’m trapping my own arms under my chest and struggle to get them out when yet another brutal smack lands on my butt.
“Ow!” I intensify my attempts and yelp, losing my breath when his hand descends on my butt, again, and again.
“Stop!” I choke out, tears rising in my eyes. “Please!”
He does stop then, his large, warm palm caressing scorching hot skin. “I’ll stop if you lie still, babe.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore, Christian,” I whimper, my voice pathetically small. I knew he was a beast, I sensed it in those first few moments when he pushed me up on my kitchen counter the other night. I was right. “You got what you came for.”
The mattress rocks as he shifts. I strain to see over my shoulder, to see what he’s up to, and jerk when his face appears before me. “What makes you think I got what I came for?”
His fingers trail along my back, feeling oh so good again, caressing, making goosebumps erupt all over my body. He cups my butt and I tense, afraid he’ll spank me again, but he slowly strokes the tender skin and then slides in between my ass cheeks, finding my dripping pussy. He doesn’t push inside, just slides back and forth, up to my rear entrance, circling it, down, collecting more moisture, back up again. I clench instinctively as he pushes against the little hole.
“I want all of you, Kerry. Every inch of your body. I want your mind, your submission, your life.”
My heart stills and my mind spins. What? Life? Submission? What?
“You’re… not getting that,” I gasp, my mouth dry.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to take even more.” His finger slides inside my tight little hole and I gasp, clenching for all I’m worth. My reward is a slap so hard I see stars. “Don’t fight me. You can’t win.”
“You can’t take me against my will!” I shriek, suddenly extremely fucking sure this was the worst mistake of my life.
He pulls out his finger and turns me on my side. Taking my hand
s, he then unclasps the belt and loosens it until I can pull free. I stare at my hands and the reddened, slightly chafed wrists, then at Christian. I can’t stop my lower lip from trembling, and I’m helpless when the tears come.
“Shh.”
He pulls me into his embrace, warm, strong, and so oddly comforting even though it should be the opposite. He strokes my hair, playing with it, twirling it, then stroking over my head again. I allow myself to relax into his arms, resting my head on his broad shoulder.
“What are you afraid of?”
He keeps cooing, stroking, making me soften inside, making me warm again where I was chilled to my core a moment ago. I don’t know how he does it. How does he know how to comfort me when he’s the one who scares me?
“Y… you?” I stutter out, my cheeks getting hotter.
“Why?”
I don’t have an answer. He’s bigger than life. He’s like a dark tornado. It feels as if he’ll devour everything that is me and leave me in rags, broken, shattered. But that’s ridiculous. He’s hot as hell, a clever, compassionate listener, and… I can’t even verbalize why I’m so pulled to him and yet feel like I need to flee.
I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I finally whisper.
“Do you think I’ll hurt you? Like for real? Beyond using a little force that both you and I know turns you on?”
Heat pools in the pit of my belly at his words and I squirm. It does. It does turn me on. I never even knew it until I met him. Until now.
When I don’t answer he leans back and catches my gaze. His eyes are warm, open, searching. “I won’t, baby. I promise you that. I won’t ever hurt you.” His voice gets thick, filled with some emotion I can’t decipher. “I— I like you, Ker.”
My heart, my stupid infatuated heart, melts at his words. I’m baffled at the realization that I had such a desire to hear them.
He sits up, pulling me into his embrace, taking my hands in his, kissing my stinging wrists. “Shower. Now. I seem to have made a mess.” He stands, cradling me to his chest, and makes his way to my bathroom, carrying me like a baby.
Christian puts me down on the cold tiles and reaches for the faucet. As the shower runs, letting the water heat up, he fiddles with my hair. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan. I love it. Every touch from him builds a forcefield between us, crackling with tension. His cock grows, pushing heavy against my lower back. I wiggle my ass, teasing, my pussy tingling.
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