Page 29 of Dare To Take

“Fuck me properly.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me with your hate.” His speed doesn’t change, and I whine. “Give it to me, Eli.”

He pulls back, and for a second, I think he’s going to stop, but a beat later, he slams back into me. I cry out, and claw at the metal of the railing wishing it was his flesh. In this position, I can’t touch him. I’m desperate to scratch him and bite him and hurt him until it feels good.

Eli drives into me over and over. My pussy clenches with each thrust, and I revel in the primitive rawness. Eyes closed, I absorb the sensation of him moving inside me, only vaguely aware of the mewls and moans that leave my lips.

Anyone can hear us, and I just don’t care. If anything, it arouses me more knowing anyone who looks up can see what we’re doing.

His hand snakes down between my legs. “Tell me how badly you want to come.”

“So bad,” I wail.

His thumb circles my clit. “Beg for it. Say, Eli, let me come.”

I shake my head. “No.”

His pace slows and his fingers move from my clit. “Then no orgasm for my dirty little Hellcat.”

Panic snaps my eyes open, and my attention drops to the view below. We’re so far up. If I fall, I’ll end up as a red splatter on the ground below.

“Please, Eli.” The words leave me on a whimper. “Let me come on your cock. I need it so badly. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Good girl.” He picks up a steady rhythm.

My eyes threaten to roll up into the back of my head as the need to come grows. It builds and builds with each of his thrusts. I’m right there, standing on a dangerous precipice which isn’t just the drop over the rail if I should fall. I’m on the verge of tumbling into an orgasm which I shouldn’t be allowing to happen. My release hits, and I plummet through a kaleidoscope of color.

He groans behind me, and a second later, he shudders. I feel his cock pulsing, sending aftershocks through me. I pant, clutch the railing, and savor every second of it.

He pulls out of me and steps back. “It’s cold. We should get back inside. I don’t think Elena will be happy if you get hypothermia.”

Heart still hammering against my ribs, I step away from the railing. My knees go weak, and he catches me before I hit the floor.

“Oops.” I giggle, drunk and intoxicated on my orgasm.

He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me back into the penthouse and through to the bedroom.

“I want to do it again,” I tell him as I’m deposited on the huge bed. I roll onto my back, naked in nothing but black knee-high socks and my ballet shoes.

“I think I’ve created a monster.”

His words tug my eyes up to the smirk on his face. “Do you like fucking me? Did watching the video you leaked get you hard? Did you watch the other ones?”

Something dark shifts over his expression. “For the last time. I did not release that fucking video.”

I stretch out on the mattress, to watch him through half-closed eyes. “Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. But you didn’t answer my other questions.”

He turns on his heels, to stalk out of the room without reply. The glass door in the other room bangs closed. He doesn’t return straight away, and I lay listening to him moving around outside the room.

“Yes, the video of you sucking someone’s dick made me hard,” he tells me from the doorway when he finally reappears. “I bet all the guys at school who saw it jerked off and pretended their hands were your mouth.” His words are crude. “Who is he?”

He’s still denying it? Why isn’t he rubbing it in my face and calling me a whore. That’s what he thinks I am. A whore like Elena.

I shrug, trying to act casual and not show my true emotions. “I don’t know. A stranger in the dark.”

Why deny it now when everyone has seen the video? I can’t pretend it wasn’t me. There’s no going back in time to change what happened, no matter how much I wish I could.

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