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“And there you go again, running that smart ass mouth of yours.”
She raises a brow at me, “All the better for sucking your dick, Mr. Wolf.”
My lips curve at the edges. Fuck me, this chick isn’t what I was expecting. Not at all. She’s a fucking pocket rocket and I’m here for it, all day fucking long. “Is that a promise, Buttercup because we can make that happen.” I bring my lips down to her, and when her head falls back, I allow myself to think we could be getting somewhere. Maybe she gets off on playing hard to get.
“In your fucking dreams, psycho.”
Her knee connects with my balls, white fire blazing through my body as I lose my grip on her. She’s fast, I’ll give her that, but she’s not fast enough.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I warn through clenched teeth as pain still rocks my body. “You stupid bitch. That’s going to fucking cost you.”
She shrugs some more, laughing in my face. Unaware of her impending downfall. “Most things do. Like I said, show me what you’ve got and do your worst.”
PHOENIX
My heart hammers deep in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I back up against the wall. Kneeing him in the balls sounded great at the time, but it probably wasn’t one of my best moves. But what did this psycho expect.
I’ve already established if he wants to hurt me, he’s going to do it anyway. However, I’ve never been the type of girl to play the victim. So long as I can strike out, try to fight him off, I know I’ve done the best I can to defend myself instead of laying down and taking it like a bitch.
My mind spirals down memory lane, but I’m getting better at shutting it down. Shutting away the bad memories before they have a chance to creep in and claim me. Instead, I choose to focus all my attention on my latest captor. I hate toadmit it, but he’s definitely an upgrade from the sick fuckers of my past. Demons I burned long ago: and Dane Savage… he’s my current monster. The latest entry to my nightmares.
He has me trapped. Hidden away in a darkened room somewhere in this Gothic castle I’m supposed to call home. I could scream but I doubt anyone would hear me. Dane seems to be too smart to be caught out, and by the way he’s acting and the method’s he’s using I’m guessing I’m not his first captive, nor will I be his last.
No one will come rushing to my rescue and this motherfucker knows it too. Interestingly, a messed-up part of me doesn’t want to be rescued. There’s just something about being held captive by this deadly demon which has my cold heart melting and my panties dripping. I’m desperate for him to take me anyway he fucking wants me, and I’m not even going to apologize for it.
My breathing is shallow. Labored as his midnight eyes watch me closely. His head is tilted to the side as he tries to get a read on me. Momentarily distracted he pushes me, slamming my back into the wall and all the air is knocked from my lungs once more. His grip is firm on my chin, once again forcing me to look at his devastating beauty while tugging my bottom lip down with his thumb.
Without hesitation his mouth claims mine. Hungry and feral. I fight the urge to lash out, to push him away from me. What’s the point when we both know I’m fighting a losing battle. Surprising myself, I kiss him back. Our lips collide, hungry for more. Tongues dueling, growing more forceful by the second, and my body is ablaze in the best possible way. All of my senses are on high alert, attuned to him, responding to his every touch.
“Still think you can handle me?” He mouths as my hands move, sliding up his hard, muscular chest, along his neck before fisting at the back of his jet-black hair, pulling him closer to me. A fierce need and hunger consume me, possessing my body like I’ve never experienced before.
All too soon his lips leave mine, leaving an empty void in their place. His sinful lips curve as he takes me in before peppering hot, wet, desperate kisses down my neck and a small whimper falls from my mouth, causing him to growl in approval.
“Is this where you fuck me.” It’s not a question, more of a statement as I pant on a heated whisper.
“You’d like that, huh?” I feel his lips curve and I don’t get a chance to respond when his hand forcefully grips my thigh, his fingers trail inside my playsuit, ripping it, giving himself full access—exposing me, and my body. He takes his time. His fingers grazing ever so softly over my panties and he snarls against the hollow of my neck. “You’re so wet for me.”
I try to speak, to tell him what I need but he silences my words with the flick of his thumb on my clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to have my whole-body convulsing under his touch. He takes his sweet ass time, building up a torturous rhythm before pulling my panties to the side, his fingers sliding up and down my folds in the most delicious way.
“Tell me what you want from me.” His voice is deep and full of authority as he pulls down the strap of my playsuit with his free hand, freeing my heavy breasts. Goosepimples prickle my skin as his warm tongue glides over my hardened nipple and my hips buckle under his heated breath. “Tell me,” He demands again, his tone growing more insistent but I can’t speak. I’m too enthralled in all of him and my brain refuses to work.
“Tell me what you want…” he says again and a moan of pleasure ripples through me as he glides his fingers deep inside me one at a time, sliding in and out, gradually picking up speed as we both give in to the sexual tension charging through the air between us.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” I don’t care what he does to me, my body is too sensitive, too attached to him in this moment and I don’t care if I sound desperate or needy.
“I thought as much.” Sliding another finger into me, he continues to move them steadily, slowly stretching me as my walls tighten around him with each deliberate stroke. My body responds to him, like I’ve been craving for his touch for so long. He slows, my hips buckling, unable to handle the bittersweet torture he’s inflicting on me.
“Please…” I moan, my hips grinding against his palm, desperate to ease the pressure, needing more friction as his thumb massages my clit.
“Please what?”
“Fuck… me. Fuck me like you hate me.” I sound fucked up. This is all kinds of wrong but at the same time it’s all kinds of right too.
His fingers pick up speed, hammering home and I can feel my release building, my core clenching as my walls grow tighter. “Like this with my fingers, or do you want me to fuck you with my dick?” His tone is teasing and I can’t take it anymore.
“I don’t care.” My back arches as I throw my head back, losing myself completely.
“Will you beg?” Dane asks, his fingers slow before he withdraws them completely, more than happy to stall myorgasm as I refuse to answer him. He won’t achieve much because I’ll never beg. Not for anything. I’ve already made that crystal clear.
