Page 6 of Ruthless

Chapter 3

Rebel

Past

I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, I had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.

"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.

She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked, porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.

"Please?"

"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.

As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before looking into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.

I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass that I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that suddenly heated my blood at an alarming rate.

I heard the sound of harsh breathing in the room, and it took a moment before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.

I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity from me as she could. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.

"Come here, Ginger."

She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensibly. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. She halted within inches from me, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her shoulders, exposing those luscious tits to my curious eyes. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.

Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening toward her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that information. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."

Hell, I could have kicked myself for going there. I shouldn't have been worried about making anything easy for her, but I couldn't get over the fact that she was innocent, and that I was going to be her first. I'd never fucked a virgin, I'd always stayed away from them as if they had the plague. Virgins were complicated and time-consuming. I wanted a woman I could fuck, and fuck hard. Someone who could take the roughness and give it back.

She didn't pull away when I took her by the hand and pulled her into the shower with me. It was as if she'd suddenly placed her safety and well-being into my hands, counting on the hope that I would protect her. Shit, protect her from everyone but me. I was hard as a rock by the time I closed the frosted glass door and turned on the water.

Once the water was adjusted I pulled her under the spray, soaking her hair before handing her the shampoo that was in the shower. As she slowly lathered up I let my eyes drift with lazy appreciation down the womanly curves that I'd soon be claiming--her magnificent tits, the hourglass shape of her waist and the flare of her hips, her perfect thighs. Not too skinny, not too thick. She was healthy and damned enticing. She may have been tiny compared to me, but she looked like she could take a good fucking.

She rinsed her hair free of the shampoo, leaving behind silky strands of yellow gold. I was fucking mesmerized as she washed the filth from her body, revealing how creamy and flawless she was. My dick throbbed wildly, and I knew that I had to get a grip before I seduced what I was supposed to just take. When she reached for her pussy I took the rag from her.

She stiffened, gasped, but there was nothing she could do to keep me from washing her. I ran the soapy cloth between her thighs, rubbing over and over her little fur-lined bush. I made sure to part her pussy lips and run the cloth against her labia and clit. She caught her breath when I did that and closed her eyes. Fuck, was this turning her on? I dropped the cloth and started to use my bare hand.

Jesus-fucking-Christ, there was an inferno between her thighs, so hot that it almost singed my hand. I watched her expression as I gently ran a finger over her slit before separating the plump mounds and exploring inside. A wild tremor shook her and her head fell back, mouth parted with her shallow breaths. I zeroed in on her clit, which had tightened up into a hard, little ball. Fuck, I hadn't expected her to be so responsive. When I let my finger slip inside of her, she moaned and began to move her hips, and before long I was finger-fucking her toward an orgasm.

I wanted to watch her explode around me. I added another finger, going deep, thrusting in and out, in and out, and raking over her clit with my thumb at the same time. She reached out blindly, grasping my bicep as if she needed help to remain on her feet. Her luscious body was vibrating, her breathing was harsh and rapid like mine, and I knew that she was about to come. When it happened she lost complete control, crying out loudly, convulsing wildly against my hand.

Fucking hell. I wanted to turn her around, push her up against the tile, and fuck her from behind. It's what I would have done with anyone else. And then I thought, why the fuck not? There was nothing to say that I couldn't get my rocks off, too. My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to explode, my balls were full and ready to release. Why torture myself? With a growl of rough need I found myself doing what I wanted. I spun Ginger around and pushed her up against the tile wall. She cried out, turning her head sideways. I stepped forward, taking my dick into my hands and sliding it between the crack of her ass.

She stiffened and sucked in her breath. I leaned forward and put my mouth against her ear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you just yet. But I need to come before I lose control." I didn't add, before I lose control and bury my dick so far inside of you that it would be impossible to know where you end and I begin.

My dick was curved upward, making it easy to fuck between her fleshy cheeks. I glanced downward, watching the head peek out from between the crack as I thrust up and down. Jesus, it felt good! She had a nice round ass, her cheeks were squeezing my dick tightly, milking me to heaven. I was thrusting without mercy, fast and with one purpose in mind. I hadn't meant for this to happen, but I wasn't sorry that it was. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I reached around Ginger and took both tits into my hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples until cum was flying out of my dick and covering her lower back.

I grunted out my release, not letting up my frenzy until she'd milked me dry and the aftershocks had set in. I was content to let them claim me, content to let my dick soften against her ass. I pulled my hands from her tits and turned her around, my eyes blazing down into hers. The innocence was still there, maybe even a little bit of fear, but there was something else, too. Was it acceptance that she couldn't stop what was happening, or was it that she wanted this?

"Finish up," I snapped gruffly, because I didn’t want her to think that I wasn't the bastard that I was supposed to be. I stepped back under the water and quickly washed. Coming all over her pretty backside had released some of the fucking turmoil that had been twisting my gut, but it wasn't enough to get rid of all of it. Now that I'd had a taste, I wanted all of her. I wanted to own her fucking innocence.

I guess it was good that that was my next course of action.

I turned off the shower and opened the door, her hand in mine. My gaze shot around the room, looking for a towel, finding a dirty one hanging on the rod next to the sink. The only other articles in the room were our clothes, and I couldn't see her putting those filthy things back on. I made a decision, snatching up mine and pulling her from the room. Fast, no nonsense strides took us back to my room, where I slammed and locked the door behind us.

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