Page 69 of Dissension

This isn’t what I wanted from this conversation, Kara thinks helplessly.

She struggles against him, knowing that it fuels the fire inside of him. This time though, she’snot tryingto turn him on; she’s trying to stop him. “What about Claire-”

Aggressively, he presses her against the armrest of the couch, tearing open her jeans, forcing them down. “We’ve already discussed how this doesn’t matter to her or me. Time to catch up to the class, Kara.”

Kara gasps, outraged and distraught as he snaps her panties off shortly after. His hand, buried in her hair, pulling to expose her throat to his lips as they bite and suck marks against her sensitive flesh. Pleasure follows in the wake of each love bite. “It matters to me! I don’t want to be part of your nasty faithlessness!”

It grinds all her gears knowing he’s engaged to Claire only because his mother wants it to be so. He doesn’t owe his mother anything, certainly not who he marries!

He growls, teeth against her neck. His fingers carefully find the place between her thighs. “Already steamy like the whore you are.”

The traitorous body Kara has been saddled with provides him with all the lubricant he’ll ever need, even as her mouth tells himto do the right thing. “Nick, I’m not joking. I don’t want us to do this, you’re still engaged-”

His mouth presses against her own, effectively stopping her protests. Nick’s kiss is a storm, like the vicious undercurrent of the sea. It pulls her under, making her every nerve sing with reluctant desire. The fact that her body is weak to this, to the feel of him dominating her…it’s downright unfair.Unforgivable. Her body is completely against her mind.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against her lips. His tongue, briefly caressing her own in a dance of lust. “Just let it happen. I know what you need.” His voice darkens jealously. “OnlyI know what you need.”

Furious at him, at herself, Kara digs her nails into him, trying to hurt him, to make her displeasure known. His one-track mind infuriates her, because she knows he’s trying to bury the emotional moment from before, he wants to pretend it didn’t happen.

He wants to forget his trauma. Kara wants them to fucking find a way to heal themselves.

Snarling her frustration, Kara bites at his mouth. “You aren’t what I needright now, you beast. I saidno.”

Eyes burning with dark hunger, Nick pulls back and sneers down at her. His eyes, dilated and full of cruel want. “I heard you the first time, sweetpea.”

Before Kara can retort, he spins her around, forcing her to bend over the armrest. He spanks her, making her cry out as she hears him pulling down his sweatpants. She knows the veiny thickness of his cock is now exposed; she can feel the searing heat of it being rubbed against her rear.

Embarrassed, Kara fists the fabric of the couch with her hands, thrashing. He presses his open palm to her slit, rubbing it, getting his skin nice and wet. Moments later, Kara can hear him taking himself in hand, using her slick desire to strokehimself to full size. The sound of him handling himself is loud, filthy. He makes grunting sounds that burn low in her gut.

He’s vile and every noise he makes has her channel aching to be filled.

“I hate you,” Kara whispers miserably, hating herself.

“That’s the proper response, isn’t it?” Nick replies huskily, now guiding his length between her cheeks, sliding it up and down between them obscenely. He humps against her a bit, allowing her to feel the swing of his heavy sack against her ass. “Don’t worry; I’ll make you love every second of hating me.”

He keeps her pinned down with his free hand on her upper back, keeping her in place. There is no escape, only a struggle in futility.

It feels as good as ever, the thrill and the violence of it feeding the beast inside of her. It has no right to feel this good, it shouldn’t make her thighs quiver with want. Kara closes her eyes briefly, overwrought with emotion, crying out her dismay.

Why is she like this?

Nick lewdly continues to rub his thick glans against her swollen folds, spreading her natural slickness around, coating his length. He groans, powerful hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing all of her to his lustful gaze. She can feel the way he stares at her center, where she aches for him to stretch her, to fill her.

His thumb presses against her rear entrance, playing with it, teasing as he dips the tip of his cock into her soaking cunt. Every nerve ending in her body is yearning for completion, wanting this to move forward. Wanting him to fuck her until she can’t remember why shedidn’t want it.

The way the thick mushroom head of his sex drags in and out of her, slow and easy. Playing with her. Making her desperate for his entire length. Kara quivers, gasping for air, hips shifting, needing more-

With a snarl, Nick slides home completely, filling her to the brim. Kara’s back arches as she cries out, feeling her body spread to accommodate his girth. She feels stuffed, obscenely spread as he forcefully spreads her cheeks, looking at his cock spearing between her delicate puffy lips.

The torturous ecstasy of him pulling all the way out before sliding back in. She feels every inch of him and whines. He angles his hips and grinds into her. Feeling her from the inside in ways that make her head spin with hot desire.

It’s all so wrong. She doesn’t,doesn’t want this, told him no, but her body loves it, lives for it-

He moans, head thrown back as he sensually pumps his hips. “It’s been so long, sweetpea. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed your naughty cunt. Sotight. Tired of fucking my hand, thinking of you, baby.”

Oh, God.Kara pants desperately, feeling her walls adjusting to his size, enjoying the girth spreading her wide. “Nick.”

His hips work, his hands bruisingly hard on her hips as he takes her, riding her for his pleasure.

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