Page 89 of Contention

“Yeah,” he grunts, “You’re such a whore.”

“N-no.”

“Yes.”Thrust. “My whore. My slut.”Gasp. “So good.”

With his hand still pressing against her throat, Kara’s air becomes thin, fear and anticipation knocking her off the edge. With a moan of pleasure, Kara clamps down on his cock, milking him hard, her pussy seizing desperately. A gush of wetness fills her and she feels it squirt out around his cock. Seconds go by, mindless, air eluding her as she squeezes around him.

The way he growls tells her that he’s felt her orgasm keenly. His voice cracks a bit. “Why are you such a hot fuck?” Nick barely gets the words out before he slams in one last time, to the hilt, staying there with a snarl. His cock is pulsing inside of her, his balls pressed against her. Owning her. Filling her with his release.

His forehead falls to her spine, resting there as he shudders, gasping.

As he finishes, his hips stutter into hers, rocking them together. “Oh, you slut…” he rasps against her back, teeth scraping her through her thin blouse.

When he slowly pulls out, Kara feels swollen and sore, thoroughly used and abused.

She mentally grimaces as his seed leaks out of her, dripping onto the upholstery.

For a moment, the only sound in the car is their panting, loud and labored. Kara’s face feels wet and she realizes she’s been crying. She wipes her face, embarrassed about that particular display.

There’s a rustling of noise as Nick sits back from her, zipping up his fly and doing his belt. “You okay?” His voice is still hoarse, that husky sound that warms Kara’s belly. “You, ah, didn’t seem to realize it was me immediately.”

No shit. She hadn’t realized he’d been so close to the location specified. That during her slow walk to the parking garage, he’d already been nearby, possibly even waiting to watch her walk in. She envisions him stalking her like prey.

Or, perhaps he’d already been in the area. Going to meet up withDietrich. Fucking shit.

Slowly pushing her chest up off the seat, Kara sits up, trying to fix her loose shorts back into place. “I figured it out.”Eventually.Her heart is pounding, adrenaline from fear and arousal still working its way through her system. “I can’t…I can’t believe you did that.Like that.”

Now that it’s done, she’s not sure how she can look him in the eye. Rage feels red, like blood, crashing down over the remainder of humiliation she feels.

Twisting so that she’s sitting on the seat, back against the window, Kara barely glances at him before she slaps him hard across the face, panting. The sound is loud in the confines of the car, full of finality.

Aside from the flush on his cheekbones, Nick looks clean-cut and made of stone already. His mouth tightens at her action, but it seems he’s realized he deserved it, because he doesn’t react otherwise. He’s dressed in business casual, his pants buttoned up and belted already. His Caribbean blue eyes are still dilated, attractive, slightly aroused looking.

“I’m not going to apologize,” he says flatly.

“Then don’t.” Kara can’t pull apart her feelings on the matter. The situation is revolting and tasteless, but she enjoyed it, didn’t she?

He leans forward a bit, large hands returning to play with her thighs, noting the indents where his fingers had been. “This was…unexpected.”

“Really? What part?”

His hands slide down her legs, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Nick scowls. “You’re the one who asked me to be here.”

“I didn’t intend for how you went about it!” Or had she?

They sit for a moment in awkward silence, staring at each other. Then, surprisingly, Nick looks away. “I liked this. It felt-”

“Real?” Kara asks it with a self-depreciating note in her voice. “Like you were actually violating an unsuspecting woman? Making her cum against her will on your cock?”

His lips twitch into a dark smile and Kara’s core clenches at the sight of it. “Something like that.” He leans forward, cornering her in her own car, practically pressing her against the door as his lips nip at hers lightly. “I’ve never been able to act out my darkest fantasy…quite…like…this.”

“You terrified me,” Kara whispers against his mouth, her eyes open, staring into his tropical blues. “That part in the beginning. It wasn’t a fantasy for me. You get that?”

He’s pressing his fingers against her crotch, trying to slip under her shorts to brush through her sopping folds. “You were so good, sweetpea.” Oh, that sandpaper rasp of a voice is low, seductive. Kara whines embarrassingly as his fingers play with her swollen clit. “So, fucking good.”

A gush of his cum oozes out of her and he grins smugly.

The man who terrified her, grabbed in her an empty parking lot, shoved her into her car and fucked her hard is now kissing her sweetly, his inner monster clearly sated, purring with happiness over the unholy turn of events. He nips and sucks at her lips, nose nuzzling against hers.

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