Page 78 of Legendary

“I am upset that you left me like that,” he admitted. “I’m also pissed that after that you decided to try to make me jealous by rubbing yourself over a demon you used to share a bed with.”

“You should be lucky to know that your jealousy turns me on a little.”

“Is that so?” He looked down at my mouth, cocking an eyebrow up.

I nodded, sticking my tongue against my cheek.

I pressed my body further into him, not missing the way his cock, which was growing harder by the second, rammed into pelvis. “You are kind of adorable when you’re all dominating and unsettled. I’m free to do what I want and use my body how I want.” I licked his lips, loving the way he tasted on my tongue. “Like I said, I’m notyours. Nicholas.” I let his full name trail out of my mouth, letting the hiss of the ‘s’ settle in the air.

His eyes flared with the kind of fire that had my legs shaking and my thighs clenching together. He took my other hand in his and pushed me back towards the dresser behind me. My back hit the large piece of furniture, sending a stinging jolt up my spine. Nicholas pressed his knee between my legs, kicking them apart. He moved my hands, shoving them both behind me and holding them together behind my back. He pressed his cock against me, letting me feel him and I almost whimpered.

He leaned into my neck, letting his lips ghost over my skin until he finally made contact, kissing, and sucking at my tender flesh. His tongue darted out to lick along my collarbone and up my neck. He moved up to my ear and whispered in a dark voice that nearly made my stomach drop to my ass. “I’m going to make you wish you were mine.” He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit down, causing me to let out a small cry.

I leaned towards his face and tried to capture his lips with my own, but he pulled back. I pushed my bottom lip out in a pout. “Do you expect me tobeg for your forgiveness, Nicholas?”

He looked down at me and traced one finger between my breasts, towards my stomach and slipped it underneath my dress. He pulled my panties to the side and rubbed his fingers over where I was already wet.

His hand on my wrists tightened as he explored what was between my legs, letting out a deep short laugh. He leveled his gaze at me. “I don’texpectyou to do anything, Dani. Iknowyou’ll beg.” He started to massage my pussy, rubbing his thumb against my clit in the way that I forgot he was so good at. His eyes were on me the entire time he moved his fingers over me, not missing any of my reactions.

“You’re a confident one.” I mustered through my sharp breaths.

He gave me a lazy one shoulder shrug before dipping one of his fingers inside of me. “I’m confident in knowing that you wanted to get information, but you also liked the idea that I was watching, while I was practically seething over him touching you, so I’ll…what?” He curled his finger inside and then pushed a second finger alongside it. I grazed my teeth along my bottom lip, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. “Fuck you till you can’t walk straight? Make you forget about all the other guys before me?”

I pressed my lips together and mumbled a low moan as he thrusted his fingers inside of me. A third finger joined his other two and my throat let out an unsettling noise. The sound of how wet I was growing loud with each movement of his hand. He angled the heel of his hand, so he pushed against my clit over and over. Nicholas pushed his fingers up and in so roughly, pulling me closer to him. His breath was hot on my cheek as he gave me a gentle kiss. He was the most delicious contradiction I’d ever faced.

He pulled back and ripped his hand from where I was wet and now so very hollow. He grabbed me from behind my thighs and lifted me onto the dresser, settling between my open legs. Nicholas reached down for the buttons of his pants and before I could even blink twice, he had them past his hips. His cock was incredibly hard and pulsing between us. I reached out to grab it, wanting to feel it but he smacked my hand away. He snaked his hands up my thighs and reached for my panties, taking the fabric in his hands and holding on tightly. He tilted his head down and traced his nose against mine as if he was trying to play sweet Nick. I knew better than that.

His laugh came out sharp and heavy. “You aren’t mine, huh? Is that why you’re already so wet?” He tugged hard on my panties and the resounding ripping sound that they made was music to my ears. A burning sensation hit me quickly from where the fabric was torn but it subsided within seconds. I liked attentive, patient, slow burning Nick, but this man, this possessive angelic creature in front of me was what I wanted right now.

He threw my discarded panties to the ground and reached around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the dresser until my ass was hanging right off the end. He closed our distance and brushed his cock against me, sliding easily over my clit. He pushed my dress up my stomach, leaving heat searing touches down my body as he moved his fingers over me. He lifted his shirt a little to decrease the amount of clothing in his way, allowing me to get a view of his abs and the way the lines of his defined muscles were formed. I realized he didn’t get to be this Nick often. Maybe with all the other girls he’d been with he could be the Nick from his bedroom that bent me over and took what he wanted but that Nick was different from this one. That Nick had his limits…but this Nick was currentlyathis limit, but I wanted to push it further.

I pressed my hands into the wood of the dresser. “I’m. Not. Yours.” Each word came out like a hot, thick challenge.

He continued to slide over me some more, but with one inhale he was pressing inside until he was all the way in. I missed how he felt deep inside of me, I missed how big he was when he was filling me. He leaned down towards me, rocking his hips back and forth, giving me that much needed friction that I craved. “Then I’ll have to fuck you like your mine.”

He pulled back, almost removing his cock completely from me, and then he slammed back in, clasping his hands onto my thighs, keeping them open.

He didn’t go easy.

He didn’t go slow.

He absolutely with no remorse, fucked me.

“Oh my god, fuck!” I yelled, tilting my head back and looking at the ceiling. He was menacing with the way he moved his body; he was teaching me a lesson in how he was the only one I should want, fucking me like he wanted my pussy to suffer from the punishment he was giving it.

His voice echoed against my skin. “You’re always so fucking tight.”

“Did you miss it? You regret spending all that time away from me?” I taunted, before he spread my legs wider and fucked me harder and faster.

“You are such a fucking little demon, you know that.” He reached up my dress, letting the pads of his fingers skim over the material and wrapped them around my throat, pulling me to him. He applied pressure, squeezing slightly and I clenched my pussy around him.

I tried not to let my eyes roll back into my head as he kept up his punishing rhythm. “Youfuckinglove it.”

He shook his head and moved his lips over mine as if he was going to kiss me, but he grabbed my lower lip with his teeth and pulled a tiny bit, biting down. A gasping moan escaped my lips, causing him to push meback using his hand on my throat. He pressed his other hand to the inside of my thigh and looked down, watching as he thoroughly fucked my pussy over and over again. His brows pulled in as if he was concentrating on the visual in front of him. His lips turned into a small smirk as he ran his thumb over my clit, my legs tightening at the touch. “This pussy sure feels like it’s mine.”

I swiftly took my hand off the dresser and grasped onto his shoulder. “Fuck, right there, keep going.” He was an angel with a dirty mouth when he was fuming and proving a point, and I was living for it. I made stubborn, overthinking, spiraling Nicholas Cassial into this punishing, incessant sexual fiend and I loved it. I may be part angel in some retrospect, but right now I was all demon, and I wasn’t lying when I had told him once upon a time that he fucked like a one. He fucked me like he could have taken my soul out with just the right number of thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” I repeated, groaning as the burning sensation in my thighs grew. The pressure was building in my stomach and down lower. I would go off like a bomb, I just knew it.

He pulled me back in, his hand on my throat tightening again just the tiniest bit. His fingers pressed on my clit. “Are you sorry for what you did in there?” So, he did want an apology from me.

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