Page 74 of Unhinged

“Fight me,” he breathes. “I like it when we play.”

I swallow hard, my pussy getting wetter. Why do I love it so much when we role-play rape fantasy? I’ll never understand it, but I think it’s time I stop trying to understand the complexities of our relationship and embrace the darkness. It’s a part of both of us.

“Stop this,” I say, beating my fists against his chest.

He bites my neck hard enough to make me squeal. “Never. You belong to me.” His cock rubs against my clit, teasing me as I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“I don’t want this. Don’t you know the meaning of stop?” I dig my nails into his skin and scrape them down his chest, making him hiss.

“You’re just making me harder,” he growls, and then, with one vicious slam of his hips, his cock slides inside me. “So fucking wet for a dirty little bird who says she doesn’t want this.”

I growl and glare at him. “Stop this right now!”

He smirks in response. “Make me.”

It’s a challenge, and I realize he wants me to fight harder, so I do. I claw my fingers into his scalp, pulling him toward me and biting his lip.

He growls into my mouth. “Naughty, Alice.” He pulls out of me and then forces me to turn around, pressing my body against the glass of the shower. “You made me bleed.”

“Good,” I spit back.

And then he slams into me with such force he steals the breath from my lungs. His hips piston harder and faster as he fucks me against the glass. And I’ve never been more turned on as his aggression increases.

I love surrendering my control to him. The darkness eating at me for years, particularly the last two years, eases when we’re together. It doesn’t make sense, but his darkness is a balm for mine.

“My beautiful, filthy bird,” Taren growls darkly in my ear. “You get off on this, don’t you? Being used, being raped like this?” His thrusts turn bruising, each one a potent reminder of his dominance and my submission.

His teeth graze my earlobe as he hisses, “It’s twisted. How you crave my darkness, how you find solace in this fucked-up dance we’re entwined in.” Our darkness is interlinked, a perverse symbiosis neither of us can fully comprehend.

“No, you bastard. Stop!” I maintain my role in our perverse play.

He chuckles. “And yet your cunt is clinging to me as if it never wants me to leave. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

I shake my head, but it’s a lie. I’m so close to exploding and shattering it’s shameful.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growls. His grip on my hip tightens, anchoring me against the chilling glass as he continues his relentless assault.

“Let go, Alice,” he commands, his voice holding that edge of darkness I’ve grown to crave. “Show me how much you love me owning you.”

The coil in my belly tightens, my body responding to his commands. With a cry, I surrender to the wave of pleasure, my body clenching around him as my orgasm tears through me, his name a hoarse shout on my lips.

“Good girl,” Taren murmurs into my ear, his thrusts slowing. “Now I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he announces, slamming into me harder and spiking the pleasure higher. After a few more vicious thrusts, he buries himself deep and explodes, his cock twitching inside me as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

When he’s finished, he pulls out of me and spins me around, pulling me into his chest. I curl tight to him, feeling at home in his arms. His darkness may be a balm for mine, but his tenderness is what truly heals me. I want to be lost in our world where dysfunction makes sense forever.

32

ALICE

The soft hum of the jet engines is all that sounds as I sit by Taren’s side, my stomach a mess. What we just went through. All the emotions I witnessed the man before me go through as he cut down his oppressor will stay with me for a long time.

“Where are we going?” I ask softly.

Taren turns to me, his face a mask of composed tranquility. “We’re heading to the airport,” he answers, his gaze resolute. “Boston awaits.”

“Boston?” I ask.

He nods. “I’ve got a professor to torture.”

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