“I don’t like you, Coy. Not only do you scare the shit out me, I think I’m starting to hate you because you’ve trapped me here and won’t let me go.”
Panting, I continue to stare into his eyes, willing him to understand. Willing him to finally accept the truth.
But his eyes only darken and his fingers squeeze around me harder. I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose, but I can feel his cock hot and pulsing against me, nearly driving me to distraction.
“You done?” he asks after a couple of heartbeats, and the little jerk of his hips that forces his shaft to slide against me is definitely on purpose. “Did you get everything out that you wanted to say to me?”
Little warning bells start to ring in my head from the way he’s looking at me and I try to push away from him.
He yanks me right back with the hands that are still squeezing my ass. “Good, because it’s my turn to talk now.”
“Coy—” I gasp and try to push away again.
“No, goddammit!” he curses, yanking me right back. “You said your piece, now it’s my turn, and you’re gonna fucking listen, Allie.”
I start to shake my head and he reaches up with one hand, stabbing his fingers through my hair. Tightening his grip, he stops me, and pulls my face close to his face. “I know you’re going through some shit. I fucking get it, Allie. I do. You suffered a head trauma a few years ago and now everything’s confusin’ you.”
I gasp again, but this time in outrage.
Grinning, he tugs on my hair and forces me to arch my neck back.
Then he leans in like he’s going to kiss me but stops a breath away. “I’m only going to say this once, though. Once and that’s it. Don’t fucking try to leave again and don’t try to take my son away from me.”
I open my mouth, prepared to tell him to go fuck himself, fucking crazy bastard, only to have the words die in my throat as he thrusts his hips up.
“I fucking mean it, Allie,” he says harshly as he rubs and works his cock against me. “Don’t fucking say or do shit like that again because you will not like the consequences. You think things are bad now? This ain’t nothin’ compared to what I’ll do to you if you pull that shit again.”
Pleasure wars with anger inside me as he continues to stare hard into my eyes while using his fucking cock as a weapon.
My clit throbs with each slick glide and my core keeps clenching in the expectation of penetration.
I should have known he would react like this. I don’t even know why I wasted my breath on him. It’s obvious everything I said went in one ear and out the other.
Or he simply doesn’t care.
And if he doesn’t care… fuck him.
“There are only consequences if you catch me,” I hiss through my teeth and force my own grin.
He gives a hard thrust of his hips that wipes the grin right off my face as his shaft drags against my clit.
“Oh, I’ll catch you,” he grunts as his hand squeezing my ass yanks me down. “I’ll catch you because I know you, Allie.”
I know it’s a mistake before I say it, and I know it’s only going to make this fucked up situation even worse for me, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
The way he’s trying to bully me and use my body against me is pissing me off so bad the words burst from my mouth. “Oh, you know me better than my husband of two years? Because I got away—”
With a roar, he yanks on my hair and slams his cock into me so hard I see stars.
Then, before I can catch my breath or make any sense of what just happened, he lowers his hips, only to slam back up again.
“Yes, I fucking know you better than him because you were never his, you’ve always been mine!”
Eyes black with rage, he crushes his mouth against mine.
I try to fight him at first, try to fight the onslaught he’s unleashing on me, but just like last night, the more I resist, the harder he pushes.
And the more I hold back, the more he demands.
Even giving in just a little bit doesn’t seem to satisfy him.
As his tongue forces its way into my mouth, I force myself to relax. Force myself to let him have his way while I adjust to having him inside me, his sheer size stretching me almost to the breaking point.
But he’s fucking relentless.
No matter how hard I try to hold out, he persists. His tongue strokes and lashes against mine, coaxing and yet somehow urgent at the same time. It drives me so fucking crazy the way he’s kissing me, kissing me like he needs me, I finally find myself giving up and giving in.
The more I give in though, the more I start to want him.
And the more I want him, having his cock inside me isn’t enough.
My entire body on fire, pulsing and aching, I need him to move. I need him to do… something.
“You say you’re not my Allie, that you don’t remember me,” he growls into my mouth between hard, sucking pulls, “But you sure as fuck taste like her.”
When I start to groan and pull away, he uses his grip on my hair to hold me in place.
“You fucking kiss just like her too,” he says before he shoves his tongue down my throat.
What he said is so disturbing, I nearly choke on him and try to push him out of my mouth.
I’m not her.
Determined to torture me though, he chuckles and kisses me harder. He even moves his hips a little, just enough to increase the pulsing in my core.
And fuck me if I don’t want… No, need more.
He’s infuriates me to no end and scares the shit out of me, but damn if I don’t crave every inch of him.
Crave him like a fucking drug I need to get out of my system.
As if he can read my mind, he suddenly releases his grip on my ass and pushes up on the edge of the tub, getting to his knees.
The motion… Fuck, the motion of his cock sliding in and out of me as he moves feels so damn good, I can’t get enough.
I tighten my thighs around his hips and start to rock.
Before I can fully chase the release though he grabs my ass again, grinding me down hard.
My lips break from the kiss as my spine arches to accommodate his girth.
“In fact, every little thing you do and say is so like her,” he grunts as he continues to grind me down like he’s trying to split me open. “I’m startin’ to think you are her.”
I’m so full, I can’t breathe or think.
I don’t even try to escape.
“But, for your sake, darlin’, I’m gonna give you a chance to prove you’re not.”
The pressure inside me suddenly eases, his grip loosening, and I fill my lungs with air.
Untangling his fingers from my hair, he reaches down between us. I feel his fingers sliding down my mons before they quickly find my clit and smash against it.
Instantly, all the air rushes out of me and my hips try to jerk away from him.
“All you have to do is tell me what you want,” he grunts as once a-fucking-gain his grip on my ass pulls me back.
Just as my mouth opens to tell him to fuck off, his fingers move in a swirl and I feel his cock twitch inside me.
Suddenly unable to remember what I wanted to say, I moan, my lashes fluttering.
He growls, his eyes narrowing. “But I’m warning you, whatever you ask for is exactly what you’re gonna get. If you tell me to go away, I’ll fucking go away. If you tell me to stop, I’ll fucking stop.”