“Fuck you.”
“Tell me—”
“No—”
He kissed me suddenly, cutting my words off. His kiss was hard, exactly like I expected it would be. He roughly devoured me while his giant hand squeezed painfully around my throat. I—I kissed him back too, moaning beneath him like a wanton tramp, trying to buck my hips. The weight of his lower body eased above me, giving me just enough room to wriggle beneath him. I moaned again, louder this time, feeling his hard cock through his pants brush against the heat of my pussy. I spread my legs wide as I stroked my tongue against his, and he groaned, the sound almost pained.
He tasted good.
Fuck, he felt even better.
The kiss went from rough to absolutely punishing; he bit my lower lip, letting my hands go now. His hand slid up my leg and pulled at my dress so that my underwear was exposed. He cupped my wet core suddenly, possessively, like it was all his, and I jolted at that, my body swept with want and need, and never had I felt so empty until now.
Never had a man touched me like this or kissed me with such animalistic urgency.
Never had I felt used but taken care of at the same time.
I squirmed again, panting in his mouth now, desperate for him to lift himself up just enough for him to slide my panties down.
Spurred on by my sounds, his hands were everywhere, one dropping from my throat to rub at my centre, the other crawling up my legs, grabbing at my tits and squeezing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his mouth dropped to my throat, sucking feverishly at my skin, sharp teeth nipping.
His hand was back at my neck, forcing my head down with a squeeze, as his mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking and groaning. His sounds…god, his sounds were gruff and wanting. I breathed hard, unable to hold still. He was so overwhelming. I grabbed at his arm, digging my nails into his forearm as he gripped my throat tighter, choking me now, depriving me of air. More pleasure burst between my legs, until I was possessed and bucking my hips to him, begging him with my body to do more, to squeeze harder.
The slightest shift of his body, the fabric of his suit brushing against my core, and I was close to coming.
Shocking emotions hit me full force: desire, confusion, loathing, repulsion.
Even in my height of need, I could see how crazy this was.
He eased on my throat, and I sucked in air, dizzy now as he climbed up my body, taking my mouth into his. This time, I turned away from his kiss, feeling his tongue slide along my cheek. His hand gripped my hair, forcing me back to his mouth with a harsh kiss. I bit his lower lip until I tasted blood, and he hissed, pulling back to look at me.
“Hold still, little lion,” he demanded, gruffly, his hard cock pressing against my pussy.
I shook my head, resisting his kiss when he tried once more. I bit at his lip again, forcing my face away, and his chest vibrated with silent laughter. Not the reaction I expected.
“Fuck me, you are a livewire,” he grunted. “Look at me. I want to see those fierce eyes, little prey.”
I refused, and his body pressed further into me, until there was nowhere I could look except for his face. I settled with staring at his bloodied mouth, my nostrils flaring with loathing as my body shuddered for more pleasure.
“You are easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured, his tone almost sounding annoyed by this. “Tell me your fucking name.”
“No.”
He pulled back now, running his hand down my body, grabbing at my breast. He ran his thumb over my nipple, his breaths picking up. “I want to fuck you so bad, little prey.”
“I want you to let me go—”
“Let me fill you with my cock first.”
I looked at him this time, trying to read him. “And you’ll let me go?”
He smirked. “No.”
My eyes narrowed. “Then go fuck yourself—”
He kissed me again, and this time it wasn’t hard. It was a sloppy kiss, all tongue and wet lips. It took me by surprise. I melted into the ground, my body fluttering as I let him run his tongue between my lips. He was tasting me, and judging by his sounds, he loved it.
And Locke—