Page 106 of Auctioned

“I wouldn’t mind it if you?—”

“Shut up.” He’s up in a blink, sending pain throughout my body when he grabs fistfuls of my ass. I’m sore, and it hurts, but it’s him administering the pain. The only man in my life. “You’re going to let me fuck your pretty, virgin pussy. You’ll let me own you. Let me stretch you, make you cry. Make you scream my name. That’s what we’re going to do.”

I watch his abs ripple. His arm muscles flex, the veins accentuated like a work of art.

“Unless it’s more begging coming out of your mouth.” He takes himself out, grips his cock, lining himself up to my pussy. He’s barely an inch in, and I gasp. He’s so big that I don’t think I can take it. “You’re going to shut up.”

He runs his hands over the curve of my ass and traces them up to my hips.

“It’ll be painful, Ophelia.” His jaw tics. “Just like being obsessed with you hurts me.”

Emotion spears my body in half, then James shoves himself into me. Bottoms out. All the way in, every inch of him.

No sound comes out of me. I can’t scream, gasp, or cry. My mouth is open, only shock coursing through me. My head tries to make sense of this immense pain. This tearing sensation. Of how ruthless he’s being.

“Get out!” I drag myself an inch forward. He yanks me right back to where I was. “Get out! I don’t want it.”

Except I do. Except I moan, even when I try to escape him.

He stays there, buried inside me. His thick length pulses, swelling and stretching me. His blue eyes are near pitch black. He stares at me, offering no comfort. No affection. No recognition that I’m hurt.

I hate him.

I want him.

“Sonnet.”

Crack!

His hand on my ass is white-hot pain.

Crack!

“You’re forgetting your place.” He pulls me closer, drags himself halfway out, then bucks his hips. His cock goes so deep it’s impossible to catch my breath. “I own you.” James pulls out, barely, only to ram back harder into me. “You’re mine.”

“Please, stop.” It’s a lie. We both know it. I push my ass into him. I need him. My heart aches for him.

“You will do as I say.” Every word is a thrust. A vicious, ruthless thrust. “You’ll be a good girl.”

“I won’t ever be a good girl for you.” I press my fingers into the bed and give him more of me. Give him everything while I look back over my shoulder. “Ever.”

“Liar.”

His eyes slide down my back, my ass. To where we connect. It’s like watching a predator sink his teeth into his prey. There’s hunger there. An out-of-control, basic need. Through the pain and shame and hate, I feel it too.

“Oh, fuck.” James slows the roll of his hips, but he goes deeper. The pain and pleasure intensify. My lust is earth-shattering. “Your blood on my cock. Fuck, Ophelia.Fuck. I own you. Your pussy is mine. Your life is mine. You’ll never be anyone else’s. Fucking no one’s.”

“Never yours, either.”

“No.”Crack!“Don’t you dare say it. You’re so wet for this. You’re such a slut for my dick. Taking it,fuck, like such a good, filthy girl. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

Our bodies make the most obscene slapping sounds every time he pushes into me. A shiver runs through my legs, through every part of me. I more than need him. I breathe for him. I’m this close to coming.

James takes me even closer and closer to that edge for so long that I forget how to speak. I forget my own name.

When it gets too much, when I clench around him and scream his name, he’s there.

A hand around my nape. Another one between my thighs, rubbing, pinching. Pleasuring.

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