Page 95 of Can You Take It?

“Patience, my little suspect,” he replies gripping my hips.

A sharp smack lands on my ass so hard that I scream. “You have the right to remain silent,” his teeth graze my earlobe, and a violent shudder runs through me. “But fuck, I hope you don't, because I want to hear every little sound that comes out of your pretty mouth”

Is he really reading me my Miranda rights?

“Every word that drips off your tongue—whether it's begging or lying—can and will be used against you,” he growls, thrusting two fingers deep inside me without warning, pulling a ragged moan from my throat. I buck against him, but he holds me firm by pressing his chest into my back.

He pulls his fingers out and slaps my ass hard enough to sting before gripping my hips, positioning me how he wants. His cock presses against my soaked entrance, sliding along my pussy lips, dragging through the slickness.

“You have the right to a lawyer. But let’s be real—what’s she going to do? Watch while I fuck the lies out of you? Maybe she’llenjoy seeing how deep I go until you’re soaked with every dirty confession.”

I whimper as he slides his cock against me again. He chuckles, biting down on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “I'll make sure you get off—on more than one count.”

He pauses, grinding his cock against me as my breath hitches. “Do you understand these rights as I've... recited them to you, baby? Because the only thing left to do now...” He pulls back slightly, positioning himself perfectly.

“...is fuck you so hard you forget all of them.”

And with one brutal, deep thrust, he’s inside me, knocking the breath from my lungs as my body slams into the table beneath me.

The stars aren’t in the sky; they’re exploding in front of my eyes. My vision blurs and then, he stretches my hands in a way that’s painfully delicious, bowing my body in submission.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

Richard smirks down at me. “What were you doing at Liam’s?”

“Wha—”

He doesn’t wait for me to finish. Instead, he starts to move. It’s clear now: all of this, the way he’s making me come undone, is just to get me talking. He’s not just taking me for his own pleasure; he’s preparing me for interrogation. Making sure I’m at my most vulnerable so I’ll tell him everything he wants to know.

I can’t find my voice, so I try to bury my face. Richard grabs my hair in a tight fist, forcing my head up, making sure I watch us in the mirror.

“What were you doing at Liam’s house?” he repeats.

I try to resist, but his grip on my hair tightens. “Come on, sweetheart. Why were you there?” he coaxes with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“Fuck you,” I manage to spit out.

Richard smirks, and I wince as I feel the sharp pinch of his fingers digging into my scalp.

“Now that’s not the answer you owe me.”

He gives my hair another brutal yank, forcing me to arch back. “If you don’t start answering my questions, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to speak, let alone lie.”

Desperation builds, and the ache between my legs intensifies.

In response, Richard leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. “Answer me, and I’ll make you scream in pleasure,” he promises.

I grit my teeth. But then he does something unexpected. His fingers trail down my spine in a feather-light touch that contrasts with the roughness of his grip. A soft moan escapes my lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs.

I feel my body responding to his every touch. He tightens his grip on my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze again.

“Answer me,” he demands.

When I still don’t respond, his hand comes down sharply on my ass, a sharp smack that elicits an involuntary, “Oh, god.”

Another smack, and I gasp. “Now I told you, darling thatRichardwill do,” he taunts, the sting on my ass still lingering.

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