Page 29 of Filthy Ruck

I made it to the door before my legs started to fold underneath me. He lowered his shoulder and threw me over it, his arms wrapped around my legs.

I couldn't run, couldn't scream if I wanted to. All I could do was dangle over his shoulder while he carried me to his car and lowered me into the back seat.

“This is the real me,” he whispered. “I want to be in complete control of you. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to lie there and let me.”

I looked up at his face and blinked.

I was right, there was darkness in him. He'd asked to show this side of himself to me, and I agreed. I drank the laced wine, knowing what was coming. Intrigued by both the expression on his face and my own imagination. Wanting to completely let go and give him everything he needed. Let him act out his darkest fantasies with me.

I was completely at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't protest or back out now. I was all the way in and he soon would be. My clit throbbed, aroused beyond belief.

He pushed my skirt up to my waist, pulled the gusset of my panties aside and slipped his fingers inside me. “You're nice and wet. Perfect. Exactly how I need you.” Fascinated, he toyed with the piercing in the hood of my clit, making my whole body tingle. “So fucking pretty.”

He pulled his fingers out of me, opened the front of his jeans and pushed them down his hips far enough to let his erection bob free. He straddled me before notching the tip of his cock inside my pussy.

“I'm going to enjoy this so much,” he whispered. “All I've wanted to do since I met you was take you. To use your body in the way it was intended. You were made to give me pleasure. Made to take my cock. Made to take my cum. I'm going to give all of it to you. And you're going to take all of it.”

Slowly, he pushed himself all the way inside me. All the way to his balls.

My muscles wanted to tense, but I was too relaxed to do anything but welcome him into me. Letting his wide, thick length slide unimpeded into my wet heat.

His cock was so big he filled me in a way I’d never been before.

I couldn't move, but I could feel. I felt every thrust as he slid out of me and slammed back in. He propped himself on his elbows and pounded into me with even strokes. All the while, he kept his eyes on me, a smile on the corners of his lips.

“Now you're mine,” he whispered. “In every way.” He pulled down the front of my shirt and the cup of my bra, dipped his head to lick at one of my nipples, then drew it in between his lips to suck. “Delicious. You probably think this is fucked up. Maybe it is. Taking a woman who can't fight back…”

He shook his head. “You have no idea how much I needed this. How many times I've fantasised. I thought about holding you down, but it wasn't enough. I needed to know I could take what I wanted and you couldn't stop me. I needed to be sure.”

He half-closed his eyes and fucked me faster. “You feel so good. You like having my cock inside you, don't you?”

I managed a slight sound in the back of my throat, a low moan. Everything about this was fucked up, but at the same time I wanted to keep living out his fantasy. Knowing he had complete control of my body was arousing.

If I could, I would have rolled my hips, matching each of his thrusts. I would have arched my back and cried out when I came, right there on the back seat of his car. I would have told him not to stop, not ever. I could have lain there for hours while he slid in and out of me, using me.

“I'm going to come inside you,” he whispered.

I managed to move my lips and gasp out one word, “Please.”

It wasn't a plea for him to stop. Anything but. I wanted him to spill himself inside my body. I wanted him to claim me. I wantedhim to own me. I gave myself over to him fully. I wasn't Chelsea right now, I was his fuck toy. His to do with whatever he wanted.

And I'd let him do it again. His power over me was an aphrodisiac. He was right, he wasn't sweet, and I wouldn't want to change that. This darker side of him was hotter than hell.

“Fuck,” he whispered before he let go. He pounded into me harder before falling still and coming hard, as deep inside me as he could go. Spilling every drop of his release.

He sagged over me, puffing lightly before getting his breath back. “You're everything,” he whispered.

“What the fuck?” Storm's voice came from just outside the car.

Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea

I triedto turn my head, but I barely managed more than a millimetre. I was able to move my lips, slightly, and my toes. Whatever Frost slipped me—I had a reasonably good idea of what—must have been a small dose and was gradually wearing off.

Part of me wished it would hurry up. At the same time, I could have lain here, just like this, for longer. Storm and Frost could have taken turns, fucking me while I could do nothing but let them use me.

“Hey,” Frost greeted Storm, his expression tentative, but defiant.

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