Page 38 of Violent Cravings

“How can a pretty girl like you be untouched?” he asks. “That’s what I don’t understand.”

I huff. “I didn’t say I was untouched…”

His eyebrows knit for a split second, but then just as quickly he forces his face to relax before his discontent becomes obvious. Still, it’s enough to coax a grin from my face. He doesn’t like the idea of me with other men either. The thought lightens my troubled heart.

“How old are you?”

“Why? Are you afraid I’m not legal?” I tease.

He chuckles. “Don’t flatter yourself, doll. You don’t look like a teenager, thank God.”

“I’m twenty-two,” I answer. “Old enough to do everything fun.”

“And yet you have missed out on the best thing: sex.”

I bite my lower lip, unsure how honest I can and should be with him.

“I don’t feel like I’ve missed out,” I say hesitantly. “I waited until I met the… right person.”

I’m torn between lowering my eyes away from his gaze and wanting to see his reaction to my honest words. But he doesn’t give me a lot to work with because his expression doesn’t change.

“That’ very flattering, doll,” he says eventually, and I can tell by his tone that the subject is closed.

He feeds me another sushi roll, and we eat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, the room filled with unspoken questions and answers. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know if he’s planning to punish me for not confessing upfront to being a virgin, and I don’t know if he intends to have me stay for the agreed upon time, now that he knows. And if he does want me to stay, will it influence how he’s going to treat me?

“Is that why you haven’t had sex with me yet?” I ask. I find my eyes burrowing into his in search of answers.

He shakes his head.

“No. I told you this isn’t about having a quick fuck, doll. If simply fucking you was going to be enough for me, I would have done it by now and sent you home with a sore pussy dripping with my cum.”

His filthy words echo in my head and chest, pulsating, and sending rushes of throbbing heat to my core.

I want it to happen, but I’m afraid it’s not going to.

“I’m enjoying this build-up to the moment as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” he says, putting the empty tray aside and reaching forward to caress the side of my cheek. I worry about the dried come on my face, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit, his eyes locked on mine as his finger softly strokes along my jawline.

“Besides, I like the anticipation, the build-up. I’m going to destroy you once I finally stretch that tight hole open with my cock, and a part of me can’t wait, but it will have to.“

My lips part as I lean into his gentle touch, imagining what it will feel like to be taken – claimed – by him. How long will I have to wait?

“So you are going to fuck me?” I ask.

He nods.

“Yes, doll. I will fuck you until you don’t know your own name, and the fact that I’m the first one to ever do it won’t change my plans whatsoever,” he whispers, his piercing eyes blazing dark with lust. “You agreed to this. You wanted this. But don’t expect me to be gentle with you.”

I swallow hard, aware of the drenching wetness pooling between my legs. His comments are making me more excited than they are scaring me.

The way he smiles leads me to believe that he’s very much aware of the impact his words are having on me.

“Are you wet for me, doll?” he asks, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Another wave of heat rushes to my face, causing my cheeks to blush and my mouth to snap shut.

“No answer, huh?” he says, shaking his head. “Doll, you’ll have to learn to reply to me, or else –”

“Yes,” I bring forth. “Yes, master.”

“Yes, what?”

Ugh, he’s really making me say it?

“I’m wet for you, master,” I admit, instinctively lowering my eyes to lessen my shame.

Of course, that response doesn’t satisfy him.

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