Page 46 of Captured

“Now, I take that sweet ass of yours.”

Talon was a horrible man, slapping his shaft against my aching bottom several times. But his hunger was too great, maybe three seconds later driving at least half of his long, thick cock into my dark hole.

The pain was enough I couldn’t make a single sound, but the rapid thudding of my heart managed to echo in my ears. As another rush of adrenaline catapulted into me, every muscle clenching from the invasion, all I could do was issue a scattered, unrecognizable cry.

“Relax, baby girl. The agony will ease, the rapture unlike anything you’ve ever felt.” His deep voice was even more penetrating than before, pushing me into a strange plateau, the volley of sounds and lights flickering in front of me keeping me off guard. He kept his fingers wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. I couldn’t move, his hold that powerful. While I had no idea how he’d gotten so strong, I had a feeling he was as regimented with his exercise routines as he was everything else.

Including fucking me like a wild animal.

He lifted his torso, every sound he made more terrifying than the one before. I couldn’t be certain the man wasn’t having some kind of heart attack. What did I care? That could make it easier to find my way home.

If he hadn’t killed everyone I knew.

Oh, God. I hadn’t thought about that possibility. It had never crossed my mind. The rude awakening finally pulled me out of the twisted vacuum, and I suddenly started fighting with everything I had to get out of his clutches.

“What the fuck?” His deep growl was full of shock and perhaps awe, his hand slipping from around my neck.

That was the break I needed, scrambling off the bed with lightning speed, racing toward the door, even slamming it shut as if that would hinder him in the least. I did what I could to power down the stairs, but my legs continued to be like noodles, preventing me from the kind of speed I used to possess.

“Em-i-ly!” he bellowed from maybe two feet behind me, the sound like a crazed savage in the wild.

While I didn’t stop, I could swear I felt the explosive heat of his presence and his breath. All he had to do was wrap his arm around me, lifting me off the stairs by several feet and I knew that I’d crossed the kind of line that could damn me.

My legs and arms were flailing as he growled, the guttural sound more terrifying than anything to date. Even worse, being held up, feeling his barbaric strength had me even wetter than before.

As if in slow motion, he pitched me over the arm of a couch, knocking the breath from me.

“If you want to act like an animal then you’ll be fucked like one,” he said softly, so quietly that I had to strain to hear his words. He pushed my head into the plush material while driving the tip of his cock back into my asshole.

There was nothing gentle about the way he took me this time, the rush of anguish stealing my breath as he plunged every inch deep inside. My muscles struggled to accept his massive cock and I clawed my fingernails on the couch.

“Oh, God. Oh, no. You’re so…”

“Say it, baby girl. A monster? I love it when you call me that. It makes me feel so special.”

The man was crazier than I thought. I was pushed and yanked back as he fucked my ass, the pain finally subsiding, the bastard right about the pleasure surpassing anything I’d ever known. That didn’t matter. I couldn’t enjoy this. It would be sick if I did.

“Come on, indulge me, baby.”

“Fuck you,” I told him in answer.

“No, I’m fucking you, which I will do every. Single. Day.”

Where I was still all over, he was perfectly relaxed, enjoying every moment of my fruitless act. I closed my eyes, trying to will my mind to somewhere else, maybe a beautiful tropical island. Sadly, there was no getting away from him. He was omnipotent.

All I could do was pant, beads of perspiration trickling down from my forehead, trying to ignore the constant rushes of pleasure. It didn’t make any sense yet here I was, feeling euphoric.

The moment he tensed a tiny bit, I did what I could to make the horrible moment stop. I squeezed my muscles, gritting my teeth in the process. And by God, it worked, the man losing his control. As he erupted deep inside, every agonizing sound he made was that of a wounded animal.

Something terrible had indeed happened to him, but all I could think about was praying to God I could make that period of his life recur. I would learn his weaknesses as he’d done with mine.

And I would use everything I learned against him.

When he was done, he jerked back as if we were on fire, his heavy breathing almost as if intentional. I slowly turned my head so I could peer over my shoulder, fighting the fear and sickening anxiety that had pretty much crippled me. His eyes were closed, his handsome face pinched as if lost in a terrible memory. Even the way his eyes were darting back and forth behind his closed eyelids was odd, as if he was in deep REM sleep.

I wanted to bolt away but I had a feeling he’d punish me in a way that had nothing to do with providing even a second’s worth of ecstasy. I’d need to plan more carefully.

He finally opened his eyes, dropping his head beseechingly slowly. As a grin crossed his face, he pointed his index finger at me, shaking his head and rolling the tip down the bridge of my nose. “Such a bad girl. Nice try though. I’ll give you credit for that, but as you might imagine, I can’t allow your act of defiance to go without punishment.”

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