Page 32 of The Queen
“I do,” she whispers.
“I mean, really trust me. I need you to let me do this my way.”
“And what way is that?”
Leaning in, my lips brush her ear. “I want you to fight me. I want you to struggle and scream and tell me no before I ram my cock so deep into your cunt, you will feel it for a week.”
She pulls back slightly, as far as the wall will allow. “You want my consent to rape me?”
“Blunt, but yes.”
Her eyes heat up, and it’s all I needed from her. “You are dark, aren’t you, James?”
“More than you know.”
She struggles in my grip.
“Say it,” I murmur. “Say you will let me do this.”
“Yes,” she purrs and then places her hand on my chest to shove me back. I stumble, letting her go briefly, but my hands snap back up, and the darkness falls over me as I grip her harder this time.
“Stop!” she says, trying to pull out of my hold on her.
“Be still,” I murmur, taking my hands off her to push roughly on her chest to pin her against the wall.
“Get off me!” She grips my wrist, but I’m immovable. I won’t hold back with her because I know she can take it. My cock is like iron already, and we’ve only just started this game.
Her fight ignites the savage urge in me. I rip at her t-shirt, tearing it, exposing her tits encased in black lace.
“Fuck,” I groan as I yank the fabric from her body, and she squirms against me.
That’s what I need from her—the fight, the fire. It makes everything more intense and real.
Dragging her over to the bed, I throw her down and pin her with my body as she fights me. Clamping my hand over both her wrists above her head, I fumble with the button on her pants, popping it open and sliding the zipper down.
“Get off me!” she grits out, twisting to get away from me.
“Stay still,” I murmur, releasing my cock and groaning as it springs free from its restraint.
She bucks and writhes beneath me as I lean down to kiss her hard on the mouth, stifling her protests as my free hand twists her peaked nipple through the lace hard enough for her to yelp.
“Please, stop!” she cries, and it drives me further as I yank the lace down so her tit pops free before I clamp my hand overher mouth, and she bites me. I hiss as she fights underneath me, trying to get me off. “No!”
Her muffled word makes my cock bounce.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes, Eliza. I’m going to fuck you while you beg me not to. I’m going to take away your power and watch you cry as I fuck you so hard you will break.”
“No,” she pants, squirming fiercely. “No, get off me!”
I see the defiance blazing in her eyes, and it’s everything. She’s a goddess of war, fierce and untamed, and I am the darkness that seeks to consume her light.
I let her wrists go, and she pushes on me, trying to get me off her. But there is no force on earth that can stop this descent into madness now.
“Fight harder,” I growl against her skin, relishing the taste of her sweat as I drag my tongue across her cheek.
She bucks wildly beneath me, those sharp, pointed nails clawing at my arms, drawing blood. The stinging pain spirals directly to my dick. I grind against her once, hard, the threat of what’s coming making her beg. “Please, no,” she gasps, but the words are lost between desperation and desire.
She slaps and claws and tries to kick me as she screams blue murder. “Get off me, you fuck! Help! Help!”
