My heart was pounding. The urge to swim consumed me. If I started swimming, I could keep on going until death claimed me.
I lifted up and began to float, staring up at the night’s sky that would soon be cast all over. The sun was so close to setting.
I turned over with the intention of doing exactly that when an arm wrapped around my waist and dragged me away from the peace I was hunting.
Screaming, I fought the hold, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Earl’s curses rang out in the night and with it, my anger as well. How dare he!
When we were back to shore, he threw me to the ground.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
I didn’t think. I got to my feet and attacked him. He grabbed my wrists, stopping me from clawing at his already scarred face.
I wanted to put a mark on him. So I knew there was something more to him than the asshole beast that kept me here.
He shoved me back, not hard, but enough for me to stumble.
“Why did you stop me?” I asked, screaming at the top of my lungs. My throat hurt. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I made no move to bat them away. I wanted the tears, the anger, the aggression. It was all directed at him, and he deserved it.
“Do you really think I’d let you escape?”
“Is that what you think? I’m trying to escape you? I’m trying to get the hell away from this, from myself, from you, from everything. I don’t want to escape. This isn’t about freedom.”
“You were trying to kill yourself?” he asked.
“Was this the torture you set out for me? To break me down? To watch me lose every single part of myself?” I laughed. “Of course, it is. This isn’t about my virginity. This is about you having complete control.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, I do. If it was just sex, you’d have had me already.”
“Get in the house.”
“No!” I slammed my foot down. I wasn’t going to be ordered around, not by him, not anymore. I wasn’t in a position of power, but I did have something I could take away from him. Glaring at him, I stepped toward him. “Take it. Get it over with. Fuck me, Earl Valentine.” I spoke his full name, and other than his nostrils flaring, it was like there was no reaction to him. He was a cold man.
“Get in the house before I make you.”
“Then make me, Earl. But know this, if you don’t fuck me tonight, your chance with a virgin will cease.” I moved up toward him.
“There’s nothing you can do.”
“No. All I need is something round and deep. I can press it against my pussy and plunge it in, tearing away my virginity. That small piece of flesh you value so highly.”
His fingers wrapped around my neck. He pressed down just a bit, giving the hint of what he could do, but he didn’t go tighter. I could still breathe.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Test me. See what I do.”
I screamed as I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder. I was drenched from the ocean. I didn’t go willingly.
Hands clenched into fists once again, I pounded at his back. He slapped my ass, and I just continued to beat on his ass, screaming to make him put me down.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me.
I was crazed. On the razor edge of oblivion. Hungry to make him react.
I was tired of being in this rut with him. I was even more tired of being left alone. The island was starting to get to me. I always considered myself a mentally strong person, but everyone had a breaking point. He was forcing mine.
We were in the house as I watched the floor come into view. His foot kicked the door closed, and then we were making our way upstairs. One step, then the other. He wasn’t slowing, and the speed at which he was moving made me feel a little sick.
I didn’t like hanging upside down. The desire to vomit was strong, and it immediately vanished as he dropped me onto the bed.
This time, I didn’t run away. He stepped back and started to loosen his clothing, revealing the expanse of his heavily inked, muscular chest. The pants were next, but I didn’t allow myself the pleasure of watching.
Getting to my feet, I removed the wet dress, followed by my underwear. With my gaze on his, I slid up the bed to lay against the sheets, open, exposed, ready for him. My legs spread for him to see.
My hands clenched against the blanket as he crawled onto the bed.
His cock was long and thick, slightly intimidating as he made his way toward me. He reached out, grabbed my neck, and pulled me in close. His lips slammed down on mine. Our teeth clashed together, and I groaned, gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to as he took full possession of my mouth.
All the other times, Earl had been holding back. This time, he gave me his all, and it was so fucking powerful. I couldn’t stop the feelings swirling in my body.
The control he had was out of this world, and now, I was seeing the true man. The one he kept on a leash.
He held me in place as his other hand dived between my thighs, stroking me. His touch was gentle and rough at the same time.
His lips moved to my neck, and he sank his teeth against the pulse, sucking hard. “You’re going to learn to be careful what you ask for.”
Before I realized what was happening, he had my hands tied at bindings on each corner of the bed. They were soft, but he kept them tight. I couldn’t pull them down. He was settled between my thighs.
He kissed down my body, taking time on each breast. His suction was too strong, verging on pain as he flicked his tongue across each bud, teeth biting down. I’d be marked tomorrow when he was done with me.
All the while, he fingered my pussy. Two, running either side of my clit, getting me nice and wet, ready to be fucked.
I’d started off dry, but now I was aroused. I liked what he was doing to my body. He was waking it up, as if I’d been in a long sleep and now it was time for me to know.
He moved up my body, and the length of him pressed to my core.
I couldn’t touch him. My hands were tied above my head. There was no control. I was at his mercy.
His hand moved down between us. The touch of his cock at my slit. He rubbed himself through my arousal and then the tip of him was at my core.
His eyes were on me.
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.
He’d captured me. Held me prisoner. I expected him to stop. To pull away. To leave me wanting.
Earl tensed up and slammed every single inch of his cock deep inside my pussy, tearing through the thin piece of flesh, fucking me to the core.
I couldn’t stop the scream that left me or the way I arched. I knew why he had my hands trapped above my head. He didn’t want me to fight him. I needed to push him off, making him stop.
Only, he wasn’t moving.
His eyes were closed. His jaw clenched. Still.
Tears fell from my eyes. It hurt, really bad. I knew it would. Had no idea it would hurt this bad, but it was gone. My virginity was gone to a man I didn’t even know if I liked half the time.
I held perfectly still. The pain started to ebb. Just the hard feel of his stiff prick inside me. He didn’t go soft.
He cupped my cheek, swiping at the tears, and I stared into his eyes, wondering what the hell I was seeing.
We’re not the same. There was no way we were compatible. He was an asshole of the highest order. I didn’t like him.