Page 84 of Westin

His eyes drag over me, drunk with lust. “Fuck, you’re such a sweet girl. Look at you.”

I blink my wet lashes, tongue pinned down by the gag.

“Do you want to see yourself?” he asks.

I feel my eyes widen. Before I can nod or shake my head, he picks me up and carries me to the far side of the room. I didn’t notice it before, but there’s a full-length mirror with a wooden frame in the corner. He sets me down and locks an arm around my chest to hold me steady.

My cheeks flush dark pink.

I’ve never seen myself like this…so raw and vulnerable.

He takes me by the braid and drags my head up to look into his eyes. “It’s no fucking wonder I’m obsessed with you, darling.”

My chest aches, but in a way that I hope it never stops. His fingers close at the base of my neck. His mouth brushes my forehead.

“I want you to be mine,” he says. “I’m going to get you back, Diane, and then I’m going to put a collar around your neck and keep you forever.”

My eyes go wide. I’m not positive what that means, but I get the sentiment behind it. It somehow feels more life altering than when he said he wanted to marry me.

I wonder if he put a gag in my mouth to keep me from protesting.

I don’t have time to mull it over, though, because he picks me up and carries me back to the bed, spilling me onto my hands and knees. His weight sinks the mattress. His tongue, hot and demanding, slides over my pussy, eating it from behind like he’s starving.

The world shifts. This man is altering my brain chemistry.

My toes curl, and I’m whimpering around the gag as I come again, my breath stolen by the wave of pleasure that moves through my hips. His hungry tongue pushes into my pussy before stroking down to my clit. I waver, unable to hold myself up anymore.

His fingers work at the base of my neck. The ball gag falls from my lips.

“I want to hear you fucking scream,” he rasps.

He digs both hands into my hips, and I have a second to brace myself before his cock slams into my pussy. It’s tight, so tight that I do exactly as he says and scream, shocked by the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he pants.

He slams the bed against the wall, and I cry out again, vision flashing. God, he’s going to break me into a thousand pieces. There’s no room; it’s too much.

Something buzzes down below. Did he have a vibrator on the bed? I can’t remember. All I know is it’s on my clit and I’m shaking. He fucks hard and slow, using all the strength in his powerful body.

“Good girl. Come for me,” he breathes. “You come on my cock, come until you can’t come anymore.”

Obediently, I come because I can’t hold back. He fucks me through it, breath hot on my shoulder. The vibrator stays on my clit. When I try to squirm away, he spanks my thigh.

That only makes me come harder. I’m wrung out like a dishrag when another orgasm starts. This time, it builds so fast, it’s all I can do to take a breath before he’s riding me through it.

“Good fucking girl,” he moans.

He doesn’t reward me with a break. I’m so weak, I might faint in his arms. I’m just now realizing that every deep thrust makes me scream out loud. I can’t bite it back, can’t help it.

I hope they can’t hear me at the ranch house.

My body hits a breaking point. I can’t tell when I’m coming and when I’m not. I’m just a wet mess of pleasure and pain, held up by his iron forearm locked over my breasts. At some point, he dropped the vibrator, and he’s using his fingers on my clit.

Circling as he fucks me. Rubbing from side to side. Punctuating his touch with a light spank here and there. Tears slip down my cheeks. A sob fights its way out.

Through all of this, he’s careful not to leave a single mark behind.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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