Page 22 of Trapping His Assassin

He must’ve seen the change come over my body, as ice ran through my veins from our attraction. Still, he didn’t speed up. His hand slid up my arm, and I sensed his touch between my thighs. He touched the small wisps of curls I’d left down there before spreading my folds.

“Mmm, baby girl,” he growled brokenly against my skin. “You smell fucking delicious.”

My legs trembled. He was wrapped around me, in my space, and his touch didn’t burn. The shock had me falling still beneath his ministrations. He wrapped a meaty hand around my neck, and pulled me up with him as he stood.

He dragged me by my neck back toward the festival, in plain view of all his men. When the light hit me, I found my fight. I started kicking and clawing, anything to slow him down or make him drop me.

He grunted but didn’t stop.

When I figured out that wasn’t going to work, and we were nearing his sports car, I opened my mouth and started screaming. He squeezed harder, choking off my cries for help, and lifted me by my neck until we were at eye level.

I struggled to find purchase on the ground, and squirmed to get away from him.

“You want to scream, baby? Then I’ll give you something to scream about.” He slammed me face down onto the hood of the Maserati, squeezing the back of my neck hard. Dazed, my mind spun.

He let go and I gasped for breath, moving so he was no longer crushing my windpipe.

In my stupor, he lifted my dress. I could feel the wind on my ass, because I wasn’t wearing panties. I tried to raise myself, but his large hand came down on the back of my neck, holding me in place. I couldn’t help but feel disgusted by my pussy clenching on emptiness.

In retaliation, I kicked back, trying to hit his nuts.

He let out a small cuss before spanking my ass twice on both sides. He bent over me and groaned.

“Don’t act like you aren’t wet for me, baby. I bet you were wet when you pulled that fucking trigger. I can smell the scent of your cunt now.”

He nipped my neck, but I didn’t allow it to distract me.

“G-get the fuck off me,” I choked out, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

“Nah, if you’re bold enough to shoot, then you can take this whole punishment without complaint.”

I heard his belt unbuckle, and tried to buck him off of me.

When that didn’t work, I tried to scream, but his hold on my throat made it nearly impossible to do more than squeak. All he did was smack my ass harder. When I made contact with his knee, he thrust inside of me.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Tears beaded in the corners of my eyes, as a small wail came out of my mouth.

With a rough grip, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to face his cronies, who stood above us with intimidating grins. “See how compliant they are?” he taunted.

And then the true fucking began.

Each time Roman thrust inside of me, my tits bounced. He raised one of my legs on top of the hood of the car. I sobbed as he hit a spot deep inside of me.

“O-oh my god,” I cried out between clenched teeth.

“That’s fucking right, baby. You’re going to come on my cock as payment for trying to kill me. This pussy is my fucking debt, and I’m collecting.” His animalistic sounds made me think he hadn’t had sex in a long time.

I tried to close my eyes and drift away, like with Headmaster Mikhail, but Roman wouldn’t allow it. He lifted me by my neck and held me to his chest.

“Open your fucking eyes,” his broken tone shouted. “Let them watch as I claim you!”

My orgasm crept up on me. My eyes fixed on the men through a sheen of tears. Some flushed red, others wore expressions of hardened resolve. Shame mingled with pleasure, enveloping me in a dark haze.

“Come for me, baby.” The devil behind me whispered in my ear, and bit down on my neck. “Come hard while I breed you deep.”

I ignited and screamed in pleasure. And for the first time, I came on a man’s cock with no clitoral stimulation at all. Hard.

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