Page 47 of Nowhere to Run

“You can take me, baby,” he murmured, his hips rolling in slow, taunting thrusts.

His heavy breaths filled the room, his teeth sinking into his lower lip with every movement. He loved this. Everything flicker of resistance, every moment of my surrender–it fed him.

This man is truly psychotic.

And yet, as if sensing my breaking point, he reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped away my tears.

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me even though it hurts.” His voice was low, coaxing, filled with something darklysatisfied. “You like it, don’t you? The way pain consumes you when it’s mixed with pleasure. The way it takes over your senses, pushing everything else out.”

“I don’t!” I screamed, a reflex—sharp and immediate. But even as the words left my lips, something dark coiled deep inside me.

Because he was right.

“If you really want me to stop,” he murmured, dragging his fingers over my skin, “just say the word. Otherwise, I’ll keep pushing you. I know just how much you can take, baby. I can feel when you’re at your limit.”

“What word?!” I gritted my teeth, body trembling. “I already told you to stop!”

“Not that word. That’s too easy.” His breath was hot against my ear. “A more dangerous word. You know it.”

What the fuck was he—

Then it hit me. That word.

He was testing me. Forcing me to say it out loud, if that’s truly what this was. To call him on it. And if I did, he would stop.

I let out a slow, unsteady breath, my body aching from his thrusts. He was deeper inside me now, the pressure unbearable, stretching me to my limit.

He stilled, waiting.

But I couldn’t say it.

Because it wouldn’t feel true.

So I stayed silent, burying my face into the pillow, surrendering. Taking it.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

I let go, surrendering to the moment, letting the tears fall as waves of sensation washed over me. Just when I thought I could only feel pain, bursts of unexpected pleasure crept in, stealingmy breath. My body betrayed me, responding to his every movement, every touch.

I gasped as his fingers found my clit, circling with precision. The overwhelming combination of his cock stretching my ass and the relentless stimulation at my clit sent shockwaves through my body.

“Fucking slut,” he hissed in my ear. “You’re my little whore. No one else’s. You understand that?”

I nodded, my breath hitching, the humiliation burning through me, but a thrill coursed beneath it.

“You’ll be sore for days when I’m done with you,” he taunted, his voice low and dripping with dark satisfaction. “Every move you make will remind you of me. Tell me… who will you be thinking about when you can barely sit down? When you’re struggling to walk tomorrow?”

Heat rushed over my skin, my throat tightening around the answer. “You,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I surrendered completely. I swallowed hard. “Sir.”

“That’s right,” he groaned, pumping into my ass, his cock stretching me with each brutal thrust. “Fuck, that’s right, princess.”

He was deeper than ever, but he still hadn’t pushed in all the way. I hadn’t yet felt the full press of his hips against me, the sharp smack of his balls against my ass. A silent prayer formed in my mind, begging that he wouldn’t force me to take more—that he wouldn’t make me take all of him.

“Take it. Take that fucking cock,” he groaned, his pace unrelenting. “You’re mine. Say it.”

Then something in me broke. The pain dissolved into intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. It shot through my body like a bomb, radiating, pulsing from my clit, where his thumb continued to circle me, colliding with the deep ache in my ass, combining to form something so powerful it was all consuming.

“I’m coming!” I screamed, the pleasure searing through me as he finally buried himself to the hilt, just like he’d promised.

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