Page 77 of Unhinged

“But what?—”

He silences me with a hand against my mouth. “And I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth.” He’s forceful as he grabs me and tosses me onto my back on the bed, looming over me.

“Strip.”

I do as he says, quickly shedding my clothes under his intense gaze. The air between us is electric, and the room is filled with anticipation. He watches me. “Now, let me see you,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire. “Play with yourself for me like you did before.”

My heart pounds hard in my chest as he watches me expectantly. Slowly, I slide my fingers to my center, circling my clit with them and moaning. “Fuck,” I murmur, finding I’m so sensitive. I always am around this God of a man.

“That’s it, baby. Let me see you play with yourself. Are you thinking about me raping you?”

I meet his gaze and nod, biting my bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Dirty little Alice.” He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it.

Taren’s dark gaze intensifies, his hand moving faster up and down his thick length. “You like being taken? The idea of me using you?” He asks.

“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers working in rhythm with his strokes. The heat in the room becomes a tangible entity, wrapping us in its fiery grasp.

“That’s it, baby,” he gets onto the bed and crawls toward me. His free hand brushes softly up my inner thigh. His touch is like a live wire, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Taren’s gaze never leaves mine, the intensity of it pushing me to the brink. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes out. “So open, so ready. You are ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my body trembling under the weight of his gaze.

Taren flashes a dark and predatory grin. “Good girl,” he murmurs, leaning close. “I’m going to make you scream. Everyone on this plane will hear what I’m doing to you,” he growls.

I should feel mortified at the idea of my friends hearing us, but it only turns me on more.

What has this man done to me?

Taren wastes no time. In a swift motion, he enters me, filling me to the hilt. His groan of pleasure echoes in the small bedroom, mingling with my gasp.

The world narrows to the feel of him inside me, powerful and insistent. As he moves, each thrust is a perfectly timed symphony that pushes me toward the edge faster than I’ve ever known. “You like that, baby?” he breathes out, his voice a low rumble of pure sin. “You like feeling me inside you?”

His dirty talk fuels the fire, ramping up the intensity of my arousal. Each time with him is so raw and passionate that I’m shocked. The way he touches me, the way he looks at me, I’m addicted.

“So tight, so wet,” he growls, driving into me harder, faster. The pleasure is overwhelming. It’s all I can do to hang on, to ride the wave of pleasure he’s eliciting within me.

“Taren,” I moan. “I’m going to?—”

He grabs my throat and blocks my airway. “No, not until I give you permission.”

Taren continues to move, his rhythm unyielding and his control absolute. His thumb of his free hand swipes over my lips, and his eyes lock onto mine. “You’re mine, do you understand?” He grinds out, each word punctuated by a thrust that steals my breath.

“Yes,” I manage to breathe, the room spinning as his pace quickens.

Taren’s grip on my throat loosens enough for me to gather a lungful of air, but the dominance in his eyes never fades. He’s a man in full control, and I’m utterly his.

Suddenly, he slows, his strokes becoming deliberate and tortuously slow.

I’m on edge, desperate, needing release. “Please...” I sob out, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs, a smirk on his lips. “You come when I say so.”

And with that, he plunges deep within me again, setting a maddening pace that has my world tilting on its axis. I cling to him, lost in the man who’s taken me beyond the realms of pleasure and into something far more dangerous: complete surrender.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way. His presence is like a potent drug coursing through my veins, making me crave him more. We’re playing a dangerous game, and yet, I can’t seem to pull away. I’m lost in him, intoxicated by this perilous love, and I don’t want to be found.

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