Page 16 of Ruthless Redemption

“Please, Houston. Please.” His fingers were moving at lightning speed around my clit, but the release I needed would not come. I needed something far more from him and he knew it.

When his fingers suddenly ceased, I whimpered and a protest hovered on my lips. But when I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone, a feral grin crossed my face instead.

I imagined him freeing his cock without bothering to actually unfasten his pants and it was a dark and dirty picture that made me groan just thinking about it.

“Hurry,” I whisper growled as the pressure at my neck slightly increased. He was as excited as I was by the darkness currently surrounding us. And that had nothing at all to do with the light-filled room.

No more words left my throat before he shoved inside me in one furious thrust. I cried out though as the pleasure/pain of it fed into the need currently consuming me.

“Fuck, I cannot get enough of you. Ever.” He pushed hard, making sure I was pinned between him and the chair and taking every inch that I could. “You have no idea how badly I want to pound into you.”

Another jolt of sensation jerked inside of me. “Do it!”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice shook on the last few words and I got the impression that he was holding on by a bare thread. But so was I.

“Please, Houston. Don’t hold back from me anymore. Show me what you need. What I need.” I was on the verge of tears because I was afraid we were so close to some kind of breakthrough and I feared he was going to stop.

“Is this part of that hate you feel toward me?” His anger-tinged words fired through my blood.

“I don’t hate you. Please,” I begged again.

“Goddammit, Izzy.” Those were his last two words before he pulled back and shoved forward so hard I thought I might split in two. He was also deeper than I ever thought possible and I couldn’t describe the insanity of the pain and pleasure that blended there.

I just knew I wanted more and if he stopped now I’d die.

“I never want to hurt you,” he grunted as he shoved me harder against the chair. I could barely breathe, or think. But I could feel. And this felt big.

“Then make me come. Please, Houston. I need to see you like this. Just make me come.”

That must have been what he needed to hear because next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the floor after being flung around, his weight heavy on top of me with my legs shoved wide and his dick pounding into me.

This time I really couldn’t breathe and it had nothing to do with his weight or his hand still on my neck and everything to do with the wild pulses of pleasure coursing through me as my body convulsed under the onslaught his actions have triggered.

I was coming and I might never stop.

Chapter Seven

Houston

Ten years of guilt, need and darkness ravaged their way through his mind as Izzy thrashed beneath him. He had no idea how she’d broken through, but there was no bottling anything back up now. She was about to get her wish. He only hoped they both survived.

He released his ever increasing grip on her neck and used both hands to spread her legs wider. He didn’t think he could get any harder than now, but the sight of his fingerprints at the base of her throat took him to a whole other level.

He bent and locked her legs at her side so she couldn’t move. He had to control how much she took from him. But her throaty moans and the wet, tight grip of her clasping cunt slayed him all the same.

He fucked her harder and deeper until the spasms around him and her screams tearing through the room made resistance impossible.

He shoved deep, as hard as he could and came too. Every muscle in his body went taut as he emptied inside her until he’d given her everything he had, body and soul. After what felt like forever of his muscles seizing, he went limp.

Her hands were free and going wild as she tore at his shirt and tie. If not for them, he would be as marked as her, if not more. He had no idea how to explain what had just happened. The detonation of his carefully laid plans had blown up in both their faces.

He rolled onto his side and brought Izzy with him. The motion forced him free from her body and the resulting rush of cum coated her thighs. A twisted smile crossed his face over that too. The thought of a condom hadn’t occurred to either of them and he couldn’t muster up the energy to be bothered by it. He liked the idea of her like this. It was almost enough to make him start beating on his chest like some insane caveman.

By some grace of a great power, he managed to resist and instead petted her hair and the mess he’d made of it. The polished beauty that he’d found when he entered this room lay there in ruins.

Her hair and makeup destroyed and he was pretty sure the dress had been ripped as well. Or at least ruined. He should have felt at least a pang of guilt for messing up what had probably taken hours to accomplish, but he didn’t.

The aggression between them had been building and showing her a little bit of that about him had become imperative.

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