Page 25 of Tormented By Regret

Because I like to see just how far you'll go. I spoke the words in my head, not wanting him to know that I loved every touch, every ounce of pain he issued on my body.

"You drive me crazy, my beautiful little lunatic. This won't go well for either of us."

He hissed as his thumb sneaked up the inseam of my shorts, finding my wetness. I couldn't help but once again rock back on his lap. As my ass pressed against his hand, my breasts surged against his hardened length. He repositioned my shorts, giving him enough access to fondle my pussy. I gasped as his thumb slid over my hard clit.

"You liked what I did to you last night?"

I bit down on my lip, pressing my cheek to his thigh and hummed a response. "Mhmm."

His thumb pressed against my core, and I bit back a moan.

"You're so wet."

That rich deep voice of his ran through me like thick honey, making me susceptible to agree to anything he asked of me.

"Touch me, please." My voice was a fractured whisper, but my words cut through the heavy silence.

His hand froze on my flesh and for a second, I didn't think he'd do it. I was his club brother's younger sister. Touching me was literally like touching fire. And I wondered in that brief instant if I had indeed become a lunatic, giving myself so easily to a Royal Bastard. I waited, wondering what he was thinking, and then he yanked my shorts off me. At that point, any inhibitions I had were replaced by the warmth of his hands.

"I'm gonna go to hell for this," he uttered sternly.

"I thought I'd already taken you there,” I whispered.

"Yeah. But now I'm willing to burn for you."

I cried out as he ripped through my panties to get access to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath sliding over my flesh just as one of those long thick fingers entered me.

"Lee," His name slipped out as part sob, and part needy whine. I was terrible at keeping quiet, but who would be when you were being issued such exquisite torture.

He began to fuck me, his finger sliding in and out of my barely used pussy. His fingers were rough and thick, and although he was issuing long steady thrusts, the sensation wasn't enough. I needed him to fill me, and he knew it.

I squirmed on his lap as he slid his finger out, gently turning me to face him. I was now being cradled on his lap, feeling so small yet cared for.

He gently brushed my hair off my face and stared intently into my eyes. I quickly realized I was sitting on this man's lap with my pussy exposed, but that didn't bother me. What unnerved me was the intense look he was giving me.

I knew what that look meant. I'd seen it in my father's eyes when he looked at my mother. I'd seen it on Macabre's when he looked at his wife. It was a look that meant ownership and it scared the crap out of me.

I suddenly leapt off his lap, shoving him off me.

"What the hell are you doing?" His eyes furrowed in confusion.

Overlooking my ripped panties, I quickly picked up my shorts and shoved them on.

“What the hell is going on, Whisper? I thought this is what you wanted?”

He tried grabbing me, but I swatted him away, desperate to get away from him. "That look in your eye. I've seen it before. I won't be anyone's property, Powertrain, especially not yours."

A growl was the last thing I heard before I was being thrown over his shoulder and then slammed into a mattress. I barely had time to protest let alone think of an escape, as he was on me almost instantly. His fists wrapped around my wrists, pinning me to the bed.

"You're not fucking going anywhere."

"You won't force yourself on me, Lee. And you can't make me do anything I don't want to do.”

He suddenly gave me that sexy knowing smirk of his, one I wish didn't have such an effect on me. But he was right, I wasn't going anywhere. And the feel of his weight on top of me felt way too good to deny it. But I wasn't going to give in so easily. I never went down without a fight.

"The only thing I'm going to force are the screams that are going to come out of that dirty little mouth of yours as you cum on my tongue."

"What? No!"