Page 140 of Sinful Sacrifice

My dancer isn’t doing this to escape me.

She doesn’t want to be rescued.

She’s doing this to push my buttons.

To make me feel the pain she’s feeling.

If only she knew I’m feeling it tenfold.

I lengthen my strides, easily catching up to her, and snatch her ponytail again.

“God, I hate you?—”

She gasps, not finishing her sentence, when I swing her around and slam her back against a tree. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours watching another man flirt with her, dealing with Cernach, and being in Boston. This isn’t the time or place for her to test me.

I’m about to show her that.

Her chest heaves in and out as she glowers at me.

I wait until she stops glaring.

Until her eyes soften.

Until she can give me a goddamn minute.

She loses a breath when I place my hand on her heart, feeling her heart beat as wildly as mine.

Biting into my lower lip, I lower one hand to bunch up her dress. When she tries to stop me, I press my palm tighter into her chest, pinning her against the tree.

My sweet dancer needs to learn something.

I might be obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean I relinquish my power. I’m a man who thrives under control. I might give her a minute to run her sweet mouth, but I’ll be sure to fuck it until it’s sore after. No smart mouth goes unpunished.

I hurriedly unbuckle my belt.

She doesn’t attempt to fight me as I lower my pants and free my cock. It’s hard and throbbing and in need of her tight pussy.

“Maybe I should put a baby in you first,” I snarl, stroking myself. “That way, you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

My cock jerks just at the thought of Pippa pregnant with my baby.

Fuck. I’m going to come before taking a dip in her pussy.

“Maybe I should ask Igor to put a baby inside me,” she fires back. “He might fuck better than you do.”

My blood boils. That fucking mouth of hers.

My veins jump beneath my skin.

Keeping one hand on her chest, I furiously undo my tie, force her mouth open, and shove my tie inside it. “I’ll take that out when you stop spewing out bullshit lies or when I’m ready to stick my big dick inside.” To further show she pushed my buttons too far, I use my finger to ram it deeper inside her mouth.

She doesn’t attempt to fight me as I push my entire hand inside her panties. I cup her pussy, roughly rubbing my palm against her clit. She’s soaked for me, nearly dripping down my fingers.

Her chin trembles as I wrap her thigh around my waist, rip her panties, and thrust my cock inside her.

“You are mine,” I grunt, thrusting harder with each word.

Her skull smacks against the tree, but I don’t slow my strokes.

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