Page 35 of Nowhere to Run

A sharp ache swelled in my chest. My eyes burned, threatening to well over. What the hell was happening to me? Not only had something melted inside me—now I was fantasizing about him again. Imagining his thick cock stretching me open, filling me. The way he knew exactly how to touch me. How to make me feel things I didn’t want to feel. I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts. To end the obsession.

Because he wasn’t good for me.

But maybe… I could have him one last time. One final night. Then I’d tell him it was over. Over for good. I’d go back to Ryan. But Adrian wouldn’t have to know that. Poor Ryan. Guilt twisted inside me—for lying to him, for dragging him into this ridiculous plan.

But tonight…

Tonight I’d be Adrian’s.

One last time.

His grip around me loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed, penetrating deep, his eyes dark and hungry. In a sudden motion, he pushed me back onto the mattress, his weight pressing me into the sheets.

His lips parted, voice low. “Now… where were we?”

His hands slid up my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist before reaching for my breasts, still in the racy red bra. He lowered his head, his mouth kissing my nipples, flicking his tongue across them as he groaned.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he murmured, his voice dripping with need. “You’re so insanely hot.”

His thick fingers trailed lower, sliding between my thighs. A slow, teasing circle over my clit. I gasped, hips arching, chasing the pressure. Slowly, he slid his index finger into my pussy, stretching and stroking, before dragging it out again with a low, satisfied whisper.

“Mmm.. amazing. You’re so wet, baby. You want me, don’t you?”

His eyes locked onto mine, dark and burning. I couldn’t look away. My breathing deepened, my chest rising and falling as he grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it.

So thick. So hard.

The anticipation coiled low in my stomach.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Relief flooded through me.

Finally,

The truth, spoken out loud.

I watched as he pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open, forcing my body to take him.

His girth filled me completely, inch by inch, overwhelming.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his eyes slipping closed as he sank into me.

“I’ve waited so long to hear that,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

I whimpered as he went deeper, the overwhelming sensation blurring the line between pleasure and pain. His cock pulsed inside me, stretching, filling me. My walls clenched tight around him as he began to thrust.

Slow at first. Then harder.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he murmured, his pace quickening, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. His fingers returned to my clit, stroking it in perfect time with each movement.

My back arched as waves of pleasure rippled through me. I moaned, unable to hold back.

“You love this,” he hissed against my ear. “Pretending you didn’t want it. That you weren’t dreaming about this for years.” His fingers brushed along my cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. But his voice turned sharp. Cutting.

“Little cocktease,” he taunted, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

I gasped as he slammed into me harder, the force of his movements making my body tremble beneath him.

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