Page 87 of Contention

The fingers digging into her thigh and hip clench hard, a shaky sound coming from the man behind her. Kara marvels that she didn’t recognize the bitten off sounds he made, perhaps she didn’t want to, wanted him to be a faceless monster for her to bear.

His lips move towards her ear. “Breathe,” he says thickly, like he’s trying to attempt to hide his excitement. “Just breathe for a minute.”

Realizing that she’s begun to hyperventilate, Kara tries to slow her breathing, tries to match it to his. It’s calming, in a way, to match his cadence, even though he’s artificially breathing slower to try and ease her mind.

His fingers slide around to find her clit, playing softly. Easing her from the edge of fear into complacency. Nick’s holding still, perhaps understanding he’d gone too far,very, very fast.

For a time, he fiddles with her clit, sending bursts of sensation into her core, her body changing from adrenalized into revoltingly aroused as he waits for her, his free hand stroking her hip gently. Kara doesn’t push him away. Perhaps she should, perhaps that’s the right thing to do, but she doesn’t. She can’t say no, because she wants him despite the anger that’s beginning to heat her belly alongside desire.

Kara’s a fool and self-loathing tastes bitter on her tongue.

Nick’s waiting for her to get her head back together and she realizes that’s likely not an easy thing for him to do. The predator in him is aroused by her fear; the human in him recognizes he shouldn’t be. The very idea that perhaps he’s the one who needs to breathe centers Kara.

Unwillingly, her body begins to grow wetter, shamefully. Nick makes a noise behind her, feeling her begin to leak onto his fingers. Distantly, Kara wonders if she’s simply turned on by the fact that he’s the one barely in control, that she’s made him that way.

Perhaps that gives her a leg up on him,somehow.

She may not be as strong as him physically, but her body is the thing that’s making himweak.

Pressing her forehead into the seat with a groan of embarrassment, Kara feels the strange mix of hunger and irritation coil in her, impatient. Her nipples ache, brushing roughly against her bikini top. She can smell herself, her arousal, filling the car.

She knows he’s scenting it on the air.

When her body begins to soften against the gentle press of his thumb and forefinger, desire and fear mixing together in a maddening flurry of sensation, Nick grows bored of waiting. He sets his teeth against her neck, now that he knows she’s not going to crack her skull into his nose. “Sweetpea,” he pants against her heated flesh, hands getting greedy, trying to shift her hips upward even as she resists. “Lift that ass a bit more. I…want to fuck you like a dog.”

…and I want to elbow you in your stupid nose,Kara thinks idly.

She refuses to think she asked forthis, but she won’t deny that she’s beginning to enjoy how it’s played out.

Lowering her chest and face to the soft seat, still coming to terms with the fact that she’s not in mortal danger, Kara murmurs in a haze, “You’d best hurry along with your depravity,Nick. Before someone catches you.”

Not a stranger, not a random man ready to slit her throat when he’s done.

He’s admiring her rear in the air, she can feel his breath teasingly crossing her flesh. He uses two fingers to open her folds wide, admiring what she has to offer.

He groans deep in his throat as he examines her. Kara feels her belly heat violently with need.

The velvet heat of his cock replaces his fingers, sliding against her core wetly. Long drizzles of precum slide down her thighs from him; he’s practically aching for it. It’s astounding to realize how turned on he is from the very act of taking away all her control.

“Mydepravity? And what would you say if we were caught?” He asks with an edge of nasty in his tone. “What little lie would you tell?”

Despite the heat coiling in her belly, Kara closes her eyes and sneers, grabs on to the threads of her original terror and anger. “I’d tell them I’d never met you before, that you forced me into my car. That you were going to fuck me until I cried. I’d say you raped me.”

She says it to piss him off, but his cock jumps against her flesh and she wonders if it had the opposite effect. Is this his fantasy? The idea is disturbing, yet Kara feels herself clench at his blatant excitement. His cock is drooling and she wants him inside, hot and thick.

“Is that so?” He groans, sliding his erection against her again, the blunt head bumping into her clit in a way that has Kara gasping. “Is that what this is, sweetpea? Does the idea of me forcing you make you wet?”

“It sure makes you hard enough,” Kara snaps, irritated that he’s turning this back on her. She doesn’t want the verbal dissection; she wants him to keep her mind empty of everything that actually matters. Like he wassupposedto do. No, instead he’s making her a worse wreck.

“It does, actually.” He’s taken his own cock in hand, rubbing himself into her, slowly penetrating her before pulling back. A soft tease that strokes her most sensitive lips, building heat within her bit by bit. The wet sound it makes is filthy. “It makes me fucking horny.”

The entire, enjoyably sized head of his cock slips inside of her, stretching her folds. They both gasp.

When he moves his hips back, Kara hates herself for trying to follow him with her hips. He chuckles at her desperation, her arousal mixing in the air with his own. He’s enjoying her humiliation, that he’s made her hungry for this…this sick blasphemy.

She’s aching, puffy and swollen, waiting for him to fully bury himself in her.

“God, you’re sick!” Kara isn’t sure if she’s talking about him or herself. She needs something to fill the void inside her. Something, anything to make her forget. Even this fucked up affair will do.

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