Page 25 of Violent Hearts

Chapter 12

Ann

I knew he'd be mad, but I didn't expect him to react this swiftly and with such unrelenting force. He closes in on me in one wide step, and for a moment, I fear he might actually hit me.

But that's not what he has in mind. Instead, he reaches for my wrists and yanks my hands above my head, securing them in place with one hand while he uses the other to grab hold of the hem of my panties. I mewl in protest when he rips them off of my body in one brute motion.

I instinctively cross my legs, futilely attempting to hide my nakedness; his response is an amused chuckle. He roughly shoves his hand between my thighs and pinches me, forcing me to spread my legs apart and expose my bare center to his touch.

A touch that doesn't come. He rests his hand at the inside of my thigh, only inches away from my heated core, but he doesn’t show any pressing intention of touching my most intimate place.

I lift my eyes up to his and am met with a sinister expression.

Is he trying to intimidate me? If so, he's not succeeding. I knew I wasn't supposed to speak, but I did it anyway. He may think that he's the one holding all the power here, but he really isn't. I created this situation, and as far as I can tell, he doesn't exactly know how to handle it.

"What did I tell you?" he demands, narrowing his eyes in a hollow attempt to scare me.

"Not to speak unless you tell me to."

"And what did you just do?"

"I told you to take off my panties," I reply. "And you did."

The indifferent expression on my face when I answer him makes his blood boil. His fist tightens around my wrists as he stretches my arms even higher, forcing me to rise up onto my tiptoes. I almost lose my balance, but manage to catch myself just in time, never breaking eye contact in the process.

"Being a smartass, are we?" he hisses through gritted teeth. "You're going to regret this, little girl."

I cast him a smirk. "I doubt it."

A stunned gasp escapes my lips when he moves his hand upward, parting my lips and harshly invading my core with not one, but two fingers, at once. It's not pain but surprise that causes me to shriek out when he stretches me with his fingers, lewdly drilling inside me. A sharp sensation travels through my insides when he bends his fingers inside of me, almost instantly finding the spot that I always thought was a myth. He keeps his fingers bent and pushes against my mound from the inside, causing me to jerk in a mixture of agony and pleasure.

What the hell is he doing to me?

It feels blindingly intense and dizzying at the same time. My vision blurs for a moment, and I can't help but let out a hearty groan. He begins palpating his fingers inside of me, shoving in and out ever so slightly, but never losing the pressure on that particular spot.

My eyes roll back into my head, and I don't even care. He's so invasive, so brutal, so fucking brazen, but it feels so fucking good. It's as if a switch has been turned on inside of me, a switch that forces the brain to move aside and make room for nothing but satisfying its carnal lust.

"So fucking predictable," he hisses, certain of victory. "Drooling all over my hand like a needy slut. Do you enjoy disobeying me this much?"

I want to glare at him through my lust-filled stupor, but he moves his fingers in a way that robs me of my ability to do anything. I've never been finger-fucked like this. In truth, the boys I've slept with barely even touched me there.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any more intense, he starts stroking his thumb over my swollen clit. I've been in a latent state of arousal for a while now, spurred on by his words, his looks, his touch. He circles his thumb around my nub, using my own juices as lubrication. I'm torn between shame and arousal, and while my mind warns me not to give in to him, I can't help but grind on his fingers, egging him on and begging for more.

"Look at me!"

His voice cuts into my sensual vertigo, pulling me back to reality so I can meet his gaze. The smug look on his face infuriates me, but not enough to overpower the surreal bliss from his touch.

"Do you like this?" he asks huskily.

I glare at him. Isn’t it obvious? Does he seriously expect me to answer this question?

As it turns out, he does. He increases the pressure on my clit, sending shockwaves of overwhelming sensation through my core as he stretches my hands up even further. I'm suspended in front of him like a rag doll, just hanging down from where he’s holding me up with one of his strong arms. I knew he was buff and well-trained, but I'm still wondering how he's able to hold me up in this position for such a long time.

Once again, his strong, deep voice rips into my thoughts. "Answer me! Do you enjoy this?"

"What do you fucking think?" I snap back at him.

He growls angrily. I almost fall over when he lowers my wrists and forces me to follow him over to the window. He removes his hand from my core and lands two sharp blows on my ass, as if he was driving cattle into a stable.

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