Page 42 of Nowhere to Run

Still, I fought him, twisting, writhing—but his strong hands pinned me down, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

No escape.

Defeated, I collapsed, pressing my face into the pillow, trying to breath through the pain, bracing myself as his cock plunged deeper inside me, forcing me to take him.

I bit my lip, whimpering. I should hate this. I should be screaming.

But then—the fantasy slipped in.

A villain. A captive princess.

My body tensed as the memory surfaced, the image so clear, so familiar. The fantasy had grown over time, morphed from something innocent to something dark, twisted.

Locked away in a tower, helpless, waiting to be saved.

I had dreamed of my knight in shining armour, imagined the moment he would come for me, rescue me from my captor’s wicked grasp.

But even then, something had lurked beneath the fantasy.

A secret I never dared to voice.

Because deep down, I had hoped he wouldn’t be entirely good.

I hoped that once he slayed the villain and carried me away, he’d reveal his own darkness.

That beneath his noble armor, he’d be just as hungry. Just as cruel.

That he’d drag me to his bed, spread me open, claim me—not with gentle hands, but with the same ruthless possession as the villain I had feared.

I shuddered as the memory surged hot.

Hadn’t I always wanted that?

Even as a child, I’d imagined some version of this dark prince, his hunger swallowing me whole.

It was the first fantasy I’d ever had—one I’d buried deep, never dared to admit.

And now—Adrian was bringing it to life.

I gasped as his thumbs dug into my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh as he pushed deeper. My breath stuttered, the pain searing, consuming me.

“Fuuuck!” I cried, my voice cracking as my body stretched, taking more of him than I thought possible.

His groan rumbled through me, low and satisfied.

“I’ll push you to your limit tonight,” he said with certainty, his tone unyielding. “There’s no way you can take all of me. I’m not even halfway in yet, baby.”

My pulse stuttered. My eyes burned.

Not even halfway?

Tears stung my face as his words sank in, the realization cutting deep—he wasn’t going to hold back.

I sucked in a shaky breath, nails digging into the sheets, determined to endure it, to find pleasure beneath the pain.

But then he thrust deeper.

A scream ripped from my throat, raw and unfiltered, as my body stretched beyond what I thought possible. The belt at my ankles kept my legs firmly together, making every inch of his cock feel even more punishing.

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