Page 112 of What Comes Around

The word meant one thing. My body another.

He shifted his weight, lifting slightly so I was caught between his legs, then grabbed my hip and flipped me over, pressing me face-first into the mattress.

I cried out, trying to push myself up, to throw him off, but he followed instantly, pinning me beneath him, controlling every movement.

“No—”

He didn’t stop.

His hand pressed at the center of my back, holding me down while his other hand dragged my leggings and panties down in one rough pull, tossing them aside without looking.

I kicked, twisted, fought him, but it barely slowed him down.

He was stronger.

His touch was rough, unyielding. Like he didn't give a damn if I wanted this or not. Like he was taking exactly what he wanted.

God, this shouldn't get me so hot. This was exactly what I had asked for. Exactly what my body had been craving.

His mouth found my neck, his lips brushing over sensitive skin before his teeth scraped lightly along it.

“Be a good girl,” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark and hungry. “Take all of me. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

I twisted beneath him, trying to pull my arms free, my body resisting even as my breath hitched. Then I heard the soft rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down just enough to free himself.

I felt him at my entrance.

I jerked forward, trying to shift away, but his hand pressed harder into my back, holding me in place.

He pushed forward, the stretch almost too much. My breath caught, my body tightening instinctively around him even as I resisted, fighting the way it tried to yield.

“No,” I said, shaking my head against the mattress. “Please. I don’t want it.”

“You say that,” he growled against my ear, his voice rough and strained, “but your body says otherwise.”

He pushed deeper with each thrust, forcing past the resistance of my tightening muscles. His cock felt bigger and harder than ever.

Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself fully inside me.

A cry tore from my throat as my body clenched around him, the sensation overwhelming.

He stilled for half a second, his breath harsh against my neck.

“No one can hear you,” he murmured. “You can fight all you want, but this pussy is mine.”

His hand slid down to grip my hip tightly as he began to move, pulling back and driving into me again, harder this time.

The sounds filled the room. Wet. Raw.

“If anyone could see you right now,” he whispered, his voice thick, “they’d know exactly how much you love it. You're soaking me.”

“No,” I said, pushing against the mattress, trying to lift myself. “I don’t.”

His hand came down hard against my ass.

The sharp sting sent a shock through my body, pulling a helpless sound from my throat.

Before I could recover, he pressed me back down, flattening me beneath him.