Page 62 of Hateful Vows


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“So, you like it when I’m scared of you?”

“Yes. Very much. I crave your fear, your hatred, and your anger. It’s a huge turn on.”

“You promised me that I’d be safe here.”

“You are… from everyone else.”

“What if I’m not scared of you anymore?” I’m not frightened of him like I used to be, but I still don’t trust him completely either.

“I guess you could at least pretend.” His lips curl up into a smirk. “Let’s play a game.”

Oh god, I don’t know if I’m going to like this. “What kind of game?”

“The kind where you fight me while I fuck you.” His voice is filled with excitement now, and I can tell he has thought about this.

“You want me to fight you?” I need to clarify. “Like pretend you are going to rape me?”

He nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I swallow past the lump in my throat. Apprehension swirls in my chest, but my core fills with warmth, remembering Briggs’s touch and how good he can make me feel.

He doesn’t give me time to think this over. His large hand reaches for me, his fingers circling my wrist.

“Come here,” he orders, tugging on my arm. Before I know what is happening, he pulls me down to lie on the bed while he climbs on top of me.

The length of his heavy body presses into me, his already hardened cock pushing against my pussy. The fabric between us is not enough to shield me from his body heat radiating off him. I suddenly feel hot. My breath comes quicker, and my heart starts to race as I remember what he asked me to do… fight him.

Lifting my arms, I shove my hands between us and against his chest. “Stop,” I say sternly, while shoving at his chest.

He chuckles. “Is that all you’ve got, little bird?” His voice is patronizing, and it gives me the boost of anger I need to gather more strength.

I shove at his chest again, this time like I mean it. I actually manage to move him a few inches away from me. My small win is short-lived when he easily snatches up both of my wrists and pulls them roughly on top of my head. He holds both of my wrists with his one hand, pinning them to the mattress above me with brute force.

Not being gentle at all, he used his free hand to shove my shirt up to my neck and my bra down so my tits spill out. As soon as my breasts are exposed, he cups my right one harshly, massaging it a little too hard for my liking. But I manage to stay quiet until he takes my nipple between his fingers, rolling it so hard that I yelp out in pain. “That hurt!”

“Well, do something about it,” he taunts with a sinister grin.

That’s when I really start fighting him. I buck my hips and kick out my legs. At the same time, I pull my arms down withall my might, managing to free one of my wrists from Briggs’s grasp.

I swing my now free arm around, balling my hand to a fist, I punch Briggs in his side as hard as I can. He grunts but quickly regains his posture.

“That’s better.” Briggs chuckles. “But still not enough.”

He briefly lifts off me, just long enough to grab me by the hips and flip me over onto my stomach. I try to push up on my knees and crawl away, but before I can get far, Briggs straddles my thighs, his weight on my lower half immobilizing me.

I feel his fingers hooking into my waistband, and in one swift move, he tugs my leggings down. He repeats the motion with my panties, leaving me exposed to him.

He places his hand between my shoulder blades, shoving me further into the mattress, while his other hand finds my center. His fingers run through my already wet folds, making him chuckle.

“I see you like playing my game,” Briggs taunts. “You like being helpless. You like being my little fuck toy.”

Without warning, he shoves two thick fingers inside of me. My walls clench at the sudden intrusion. I whimper in pain while Briggs fucks my pussy with his fingers.

The pain quickly turns into something else. Arousal blooms in my core as his digits move in and out of me at a rapid pace.

Turning my face, I moan into the pillow as I can feel my first orgasm building quickly.

Briggs thrusts his fingers into me hard and fast. More moisture comes with each stroke until I can hear how wet I am for him. The erotic sound only adds to my arousal.

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