Page 83 of Dare To Take

“You’re going to pay for what you did to my car.” His voice is low and dangerous. He reaches around and pops the button on my jeans.

I try to wiggle free of his grip. “I’m sorry.” My voice shakes.

“What’s the matter, Hellcat? Are you scared of what I’m going to do to you?”

He steps back, and wraps a hand around both my wrists, while he drags the denim down my thighs with his other one. “Did you think there weren’t going to be any consequences for your actions? That I was going to sit there and let you disrespect me?”

“Eli—” A hand comes down on my ass in a stinging slap, and I yelp.

He holds me in place effortlessly and spanks me, over and over, until I lose count and there are tears in my eyes. There’s nothing sexual about the act. He’s breaking me down, ripping me open until I am raw and exposed. When he finally lets go of me, I’m shaking with rage and humiliation.

“You want a war. Congratulations. Now you’ve got one,” he growls.

I twist and lunge at him, clawing at his shoulders, neck, and face, my only thought to escape the threat in his voice. He rears back before my nails scratch out his eyes and grabs my wrists. The fire in his eyes burns through the remnants of my control.

I don’t know which one of us moves first, but our lips meet in a fiery clash. We writhe against each other, and somehow end up on the stone floor.

He kisses his way down my neck, his tongue gliding across my hot skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair and yank his head back up so I can claim his mouth. His tongue duels with mine, both of us silently battling for supremacy until he breaks away.

With rough hands, he pulls off my sneakers and untangles my jeans and panties from my legs, leaving me in my sweater and bra. He parts my legs with his knee, unbuttons his jeans, and shoves them down to free his cock.

I glare up at him but don’t move. A perverse part of me needs what he can give me. “I hate you.”

Pulling a foil packet out of his pocket, he rips it open and sheathes himself in the condom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you like I hate you.” His teeth flash in a snarl. “Because I don’t have to fucking pretend.”

He runs his cock over my clit. I pant, arching up toward him, and spread my legs wider.

“Look at how desperate you are.” His laugh is dark, and his eyes watch me with unbridled fury.

I should be scared. But I’m not. This thing between us is animalistic and visceral. I want to feel him skin to skin. I’m desperate for the intensity of his need for me.

His hand wraps around my throat, and he squeezes, thrusting into me at the same time—hard. My pussy wraps around him, welcomes him, tightening around his cock as he sinks deep inside me. We both groan.

He catches my wrists, one at a time, and pins my arms above my head.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you? The Whore of Churchill Bradley Academy is addicted to the Monster’s dick.”

Oxygen and coherent thought desert me at the same time, and I screw my eyes shut at his taunt. Over and over, he slams into me until I’m shaking beneath him as he fucks me into the stone floor.

“Say it.” The fingers on my throat flex, and I shake my head. “Tell me you want me.”

I press my lips together and curl my fingers. I want to touch him badly, but I can’t with them pinned above my head.

He slows his thrusts. “Beg me to fuck you.”

A whine rips from my throat. “Eli, please.”

I’m at his whim, and there’s a part of me that wants to be punished for the bad things I’m doing to him.

The tension builds and builds. I climb higher, clawing my way to the edge of release. I’m almost there. I can taste it, but then Eli shudders on top of me. Writhing against him, trying to find my own fulfillment, I’m not prepared when he stills inside me, then pulls out.

He climbs to his feet and rakes a hard look over me.

“You shouldn’t play games with people who know how to play them better.”

Stunned, panting, I watch him remove the used condom, tuck his cock away and stroll for the door, as he whistles beneath his breath.

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