He smiles with that boyish charm I’m sure he’s used on more than a handful of women and says, “Doll, you don’t owe me. You never did.”
A lump forms in my throat, making it hard to answer, “Why are you here?” I barely breathe the question. The way his eyes narrow and he licks his lips, he’s looking at me like I’m his prey. Every bit of fear I had is replaced with pure desire. My core heats, and my shoulders shudder under his lust-filled gaze. “I want you to go.” The words come out weak. But I need to say them.
He looks hurt for a split second, and I almost think I imagined it, but I didn’t. I saw it. He gives me a tight smile. “I came to,” he clears his throat and looks out of the large bay window for a moment. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets as his forehead pinches, as though he’s truly considering something. “I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine.” My voice hitches on the end. I shake my head, turning my back on him to open the door for him. If he just came to apologize, then he can get the fuck out.
A small gasp escapes me as his hand covers mine and pushes the front door closed with a loud bang. The lock engages with a menacing click. My body jumps from the noise and then from his hard chest pushing against my back. His large frame boxes me in, and my breasts push against the front door. My heart races, and I struggle to breathe as his hot breath tickles my neck. His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “You didn’t hear me, doll. I wanna make it up to you.”
A wave of heat rips through my body as I close my eyes. The tips of my fingers tingle, and my pussy clenches as his other hand gently grabs my waist and he pulls my ass into his hips. A strangled moan leaves my lips as I feel his hard dick push into my ass. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, preparing me for him. His hand reaches up my blouse and splays across my stomach. “I owe you, doll. Let me make it up to you.” His hand gently travels down my side. A shiver runs through my body as he kisses the crook of my neck.
My breath hitches, and the word is on my lips. Stop. But I don’t say it. I lean my back into his hard, hot body and rock against him. What the fuck is wrong with me? He wraps his hand around my throat. I love the possession. He could break me. He could crush me. He could take me like he did yesterday. And I want it. Fuck, I want it so bad.
This is so wrong. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t feel like I need him. I shouldn’t feel so empty and hollow, needing to be filled. I bite my bottom lip, warring with myself. It was so good. Fuck, it was so fucking good before. I can only imagine how good it would be now.
My head falls back against his chest, and my lips part as a breathy moan fills the hot air. A dark, masculine chuckle leaves his lips and tickles my neck. It sends an urgent need to my throbbing clit. He nips at my earlobe and then pulls it with his teeth.
“You want me, doll?” His question lingers in the hot air. I can’t. I can’t want this. But I can’t say no. I close my eyes and shake my head. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I shove my back against his hard chest. He doesn’t move. He’s too strong.
“Yes you do, I know you do.” His voice is hard and unmoving, like his muscular body caging me in.
I do. I want it so fucking bad. But I push against him again and turn around in his grasp. I yelp as his hand grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head. His erection digs into my stomach as his hips keep me pinned to the door. He leans into my neck and hisses, “I hate liars.”
My eyes close tight, and I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. I can’t explain it. I can’t do this, no matter how much my body begs me for it. My lips find his neck, but instead of kissing him, I bite down. HARD. I sink my teeth deep into his flesh to hurt him. I don’t know why. I don’t want to fight him. But a sick part of me does.
“Fuck!” he yells out and pulls his upper body away while his hips stay pinned to mine, and his hand tightens on my wrists. His dick jumps from my attack. My eyes stare at his neck. That’s gonna leave a bruise. There’s no blood though. Good. I don’t want to really hurt him, just…
His hand that isn't holding my wrists touches his neck in disbelief. My breathing comes in sharp pants as his eyes widen. I expect him to hit me. To slap me across the face. My cheek would sting with a violent red mark. I want him to pin me down on the ground, my knees burning as they scrape against the carpet while I struggle beneath him. I want him to rip my pants down and tear my panties off. I want him to fuck me. To punish me and treat me like he owns my body. I scissor my thighs, searching for relief from the heated need of my fantasy.
But I won’t admit I want it, because it’s wrong.
I swallow thickly as his eyes darken and narrow. They travel along my body with dark desire as he contemplates what to do with me. I’m paralyzed with a deadly mixture of lust and fear. His hand tightens on my wrists while the other wraps around my throat. He squeezes just before the point of too much. It’s not a struggle to breathe, but I’m pinned to the door. I'm completely at his mercy. He holds my body still while he leans in. “You wanna fight me, doll?”
I press my lips into a hard line and struggle in his grasp. My body twists and writhes, but it’s no use. He huffs a humorless laugh. “All you had to do was tell me,” he says and leans in closer and bites down hard on my neck, making me scream out. The painful pinch of his bite intensifies the throbbing need burning in my core. He whispers in my ear, “Say red.”
I still with confusion. Red?
“Say red, and it all stops. Do you understand?” My eyes widen as I realize what he’s saying.
“Yes.” The word comes out easy in absolute submission. Hope and lust stir in my blood.
“Say it.” His words are hard and short.
“Red.” It whips from my mouth.
His hand loosens on my throat and he says, “Good girl, now fight me like you want to.” In a flash, he turns my body and pushes me hard against the door. His left hand keeps my wrists pinned while his other rips my pants down my thighs; the fabric burns across my skin as he forces them down. I think to scream, but I don’t.
I don’t want to scream. I don’t want anyone to know.
His thick fingers tear away the lace scrap covering my pussy, and his fingers dip into my heat as I whimper. “You’re such a fucking slut. So wet for me. Wet for a dirty, hard fuck.” I hear his zipper, and that’s when it hits me. Fuck! He’s not going to put on a condom. I start to open my mouth, but I don’t. I can’t ruin this. I buck my body against his, and his grasp on my wrists slips. I hear him stumble back, and I run for the living room.
My pants fall even farther down my legs and hinder my movements. I trip and scream out, but his corded arms wrap around my body and cushion my blow. He pins me down as I thrash under him. My fingers dig into the carpet. I try to move away, but I can’t. I can’t get out from under him. I can’t turn around.
His blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of my hips, tilting me up. And before I can move, before I can think of a way to fight him, he thrusts himself into me to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he yells out as I moan into the carpet.
I feel the sting of his massive size stretching my walls. I try to get up, but his strong hand splays across my back and pushes me down while his other keeps a firm grip on my hip as he pounds into me. Again and again. My body heats as pleasure grows in my core. He ruts into me like a beast claiming his prey.