I arched, tilting my head back, offering him my neck. I wanted him to have it—I wanted him to push me to my limits and fuck me like I was the last pussy he would ever have. A low, feral groan tore from Arthur’s mouth, and his free hand took my throat too. He pounded into me harder, as if he was exorcising the good from me.
I would be sore. The way he slammed inside me promised bruises and discomfort, but right now, in this suspended, surreal moment, he filled me like no one before, hard flesh scraping against my G-spot, making me lose my mind.
Arthur moved his face closer to mine, his nose brushing my nose. His eyes were locked on mine as he held my neck like it was his possession, like it was his right to break me if he so wished. Beads of sweat built on his forehead, a lock of his onyx hair falling in front of his eyes. I trailed my hands up his toned bare thighs, needing to touch him. His fingers flexed on my neck as my hands travelled higher, but didn’t tighten. My eyes fluttered at the deep feelings accosting my body, but I fought to keep them open. I didn’t want to miss a second of being with Arthur, of being taken like this—so brutally, so thoroughly, so perversely.
I felt my channel clench as his thrusts became faster. I was going to come. I ran my hands over the backs of his thighs and to his firm behind, pulling him closer to me. Not believing it was even possible, I felt Arthur push into me deeper, and I cried out at the too-full feeling, at the mix of pain and ecstasy, of being held and controlled.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered, his hands on my neck inhibiting the volume of my voice. “Arthur, I’m coming …” I moaned, and I burst. I broke apart, my body blistering in heat and sensation, the euphoric orgasm taking me in its sharp-clawed hold.
Then Arthur’s hands tightened just enough to momentarily stop my breathing. The action only heightened the sensation, sending me soaring, head spinning, coming out of my skin. Then his hold loosened and I began to fall. I plummeted back into my body, breathing deeply, just to be flipped onto my front.
Arthur pushed me onto the table and slammed into me from behind. His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling the grips free, and his chest lay flush against my back. I was unable to move, locked in place, as Arthur fucked me. He did more than fuck me; he consumed me, owned me. He wrecked me. He’d told me he would.
No, he’d promised.
And he delivered.
Arthur thrust into me so hard that I felt a second orgasm building. I couldn’t stave it off, I couldn’t make it last. Arthur pulled the final ounce of pleasure from me as I lay paralysed beneath him. As my pussy milked his dick, he pulled on my hair and, with a savage growl, came inside me. He pushed into me a few more times, savouring the end of his orgasm. I sucked in a much-needed breath, head spinning with what had just transpired.
Arthur’s breathing was heavy, but he kept his hand in my hair, a silent warning to me not to move. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to break this moment. I had never been taken like that. Had no idea sex could be like that. Any expectation or fantasy I might have had about Arthur had just been obliterated.
How would anyone ever compare to him?
My palms were flat on the table beneath me, my cheek resting on the cold wooden surface. My hands were shaking, too much adrenaline running through my veins. After a few silent minutes, Arthur shifted, and I winced. He slipped out from inside of me, and wetness slipped down my thighs. I closed my eyes and thanked God that I was on the pill. I pushed away any other panic over the fact he had taken me unprotected and tried to stay in the here and now.
Then I felt a soft kiss on the centre of my spine. I froze.
For a second I believed I had dreamed it. Dreamed that the man who had just taken me so savagely was kissing me so softly. So affectionately. It was in such stark contrast to how he had treated me so far.
I held my breath, eyes non-blinking and fixed on the window of the yacht, waiting to see if he would do it again. His breathing was deep, his body heat like a heavy blanket above me. I didn’t take a single breath, just waiting, needing, searching … then he kissed the top of my spine, and I exhaled a shaky breath. Arthur’s hand was still in my hair. He pulled the long strands aside and kissed the pulse on my neck. My heart burst into a sprint as goosebumps raced over me.
I risked a glance at him, turning my body just a fraction so I could see his face. His cheeks were flushed. He was devastatingly handsome. Even when I was thirteen, I had found him so. And more so now that I had slept with him.
I swallowed back nerves, not knowing if he would order me from the yacht or coldly move from me, no more affection to be had. But behind the protection of his lenses, I saw deep blue eyes soften a little. Arthur dragged his thumb over my lips just as before.
“I want to ruin you,” he said, his deep gravelled voice rolling over my body with the headiness of a summer electric storm. His hard chest was still slick against my back, but he shifted enough that he could lean down to my mouth. And he took it. He kissed my lips, then plunged his tongue inside. His fingers drifted between my legs and pushed inside me. I gasped at the tenderness, the sensitivity from being taken so hard.
Arthur broke from my mouth. “I want to degrade you.” I couldn’t breathe, my body shuddering as his fingers pushed past my G-spot again. I moaned and saw his eyes flare. “I want to mess you the fuck up.” He gripped my cheeks and forced me to meet his eyes. “I want to break you, princess.” I froze at his harsh words, but my body sparked to life like a live wire, pulsing with static at his dark desires. Because I wanted it too. My God, I craved his heavy hand. I needed more of what he had just given me. I didn’t know what that said about me, but being here, underneath him, I didn’t care.
My eyes fluttered shut as his fingers inside me moved faster. “I don’t know if I can take any more,” I whispered, my core aching.
“You can,” he said and pressed against my G-spot until my thighs started to shake. Arthur’s teeth scraped along my jaw and over my lips. I fought to breathe as I felt another orgasm building. His chest pinned me down, the muscles cut and defined.
He bit along my neck and down to my breasts. As his mouth wrapped around my nipple, his tongue lashing back and forth, I came. I cried, tears building in my eyes as the orgasm tore through me like a raging fire. It was too much, too much to take after what Arthur had already given me.
My body was wrecked and ruined, exhausted, but so alive as I breathed through the crest of pleasure. My eyelids were heavy, but I felt Arthur move his fingers from inside me and watched him bring them to his lips and suck the evidence of us into his mouth.
And I knew I was done.
I knew that no one could ever compare to him tonight, to Arthur and his wicked presence and the maelstrom of feelings that came with it. Arthur reached to the table and grabbed a cigarette. He lit the end and inhaled, exhaling a cloud of white into the air. I rolled slowly onto my back, letting my eyes rove down his naked body. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to spend an entire night exploring him, no rush, no barriers between us. But I knew it was impossible. This night was all we’d ever get. In no world did we belong together.
Arthur’s eyes fixed back on mine. I saw his dick twitch as he moved his gaze down my body before finding my eyes again. He took another drag of his cigarette, then crawled over me as I remained lying back on the table. His face hovered above mine, and he gripped my jaw and opened my mouth. Leaning down, he exhaled, and the smoke from his cigarette entered my lungs. I closed my eyes as the nicotine flooded my body. I tentatively ran my hands up Arthur’s arms on either side of my head. His muscles flexed. I studied his body. Scars were scattered up and down his skin. I looked up into his eyes to find him watching me. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyebrows were pulled down, as if he couldn’t understand why he was letting me touch him so affectionately.