Page 8 of Vow of Vengeance
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say; I try to search my brain, but it's oddly empty. I can't grab hold of a single thought. It's as though he drugged me.
Declan's hand on the flat of my ass makes me jump, bucking forward and taking him with me.
"Tell me you're mine, Soren."
"I'm yours." I say, tasting the truth of it on my tongue. I'm never getting away from him— even if I wanted to.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" He grunts, reaching around to slap me between the legs.
My clit zings, sparks of pleasure lighting through my bloodstream at the sudden contact. Pain twines beautifully with the arousal, and I moan, simultaneously wanting more and hating the way my body craves him.
"You."
"Say it." He says again, his voice deep and husky, his warm breath on the shell of my ear as he focuses on his thrusts.
"This pussy is yours!" I blurt out, certain that I'd agree to almost anything in this moment. He reaches around to claim his prize, cupping me in his hand to feel how I ooze onto his fingers just above the space where we're joined together, his stiff cock pumping me mercilessly. I groan, simultaneously craving and dreading another orgasm.
"I want you stuffed, Ren. I want this pussy leaking my cum every day so that no man ever doubts this ismine."
He growls out the word mine. I groan at the delicious luridness of his fantasy, imagining his hot cum spilling out of me, painting my thighs. His hand lands on my ass again, and he hisses when I jolt, rocking forward as a horrible realization grips me.
"Stop." My voice is a whisper that cracks at first. I try to rock out of his reach, but Declan's in the endgame, gripping me tighter, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he finds his bliss. "Stop!" I cry, panic seizing my lungs as rationale wars with the pleasure he's pumping into me as he reaches new depths.
My eyes cross, and I debate on keeping my mouth shut, holding my breath to enjoy the pleasure as long as I can.
"Declan!" I scream, hoping to appeal to him.
His name just spurs something inside him, and I remember what he told me the night he was in my house.
"I won't fuck you until you scream my name."
"Declan!" I try again, panting. No part of me wants him to stop, but I know I should. This is irresponsible.
But he won't stop. He can't. Declan is a man possessed. I have to bite the bullet, be an adult.
"I'm not on birth control!"
He doesn't slow, doesn't freeze. In fact, I think he picks up his pace, shaking my entire body with each savage thrust.
"I know." He grunts.
I blink, wondering if he slipped a condom on when I was fighting sleep on the bed.
"We have to stop." I whimper, hating how weak I sound, how disappointed. The edge is just right there, bliss dancing just out of reach.
"No fucking chance." Declan grunts a laugh, shoving my head into the pillows. The action cuts off some of my air supply, but I don't turn my head. It would be a futile effort anyway, becausehis hand wraps around my neck, squeezing the sides of my throat. His touch is light, so stark in contrast to the way he's pummeling my pussy, making me weep for him.
I don't know if it's the spark of fear that does it— fear at how deep I am in it with this man, fear at the consequences of this moment may be, fear at his hand around my throat. I can still breathe, though I don't dare add any more fuel to the fire. It's already devastating enough, a rapture just seconds away from blowing my whole world apart.
"I'm going to bury myself so deep you'll never be rid of me."
My orgasm sets his off so that we come together, collapsing atop the mattress as my trembling limbs fail to hold me up any longer. He collapses with me, refusing to release our connection as he milks every drop of his cum into me.
I finally let out a breath when he begins to slow, holding my hips level so that he can pump his release into me.
I should be terrified, angry that he didn't listen to me. But all I am is full— a type of full I don't know if I've ever been before.
There's no staving off the current of sleep this time. I'm gone before I ever feel him slip out of me.
