Page 34 of The Devil and I
“You know what will happen when I catch you. Make sure you can take what I'm going to give you, Rayna,” he says, his words a dark growl. The sound of his voice as it drops dangerously low tells me I've called to the monster in him, and that monster is answering me now.
His threatening words are addictive, and the violent surge of anxiety and arousal that courses through me in response is enough to make my heart beat frantically against the cage of my chest. Yet still, I can't help but play this wicked game with him. A game that feeds the darkness we both share. A darkness that is starving for the dark, irrevocable love that has grown between us.
“I won't let you have me anymore,” I tell him, and although the words are a blatant lie, they fall from my lips like I am preaching a sermon on sacred ground. I watch his massive chest rise and fall as adrenaline surges through him. My words are undoubtedly the sweetest temptation for the monster standing before me.
“I will never let you go,” he tells me, and although his face contorts with a snarl, I can see the heavy outline of his cock from behind his black pants, hard and throbbing against the material. I know he loves the fight just as much as I do. “You fucked up real bad when you let me in.”
I take a step back towards the front door of our home, watching closely as he follows my retreat. The look on his face is that of a predator eyeing its prey. And when my back hits the wooden door behind me, I feel all the strength in my body drain out of me. Arousal floods in and takes its place.
“I'm so deep inside of you now, Rayna, there is no escaping this. So, go ahead and run, baby. Let's get this over with.” He shifts in front of me in preparation, the thick muscle of his upper body rippling beneath the dark shirt he is wearing. “The sooner I catch you, the sooner I can give you the fucking we both need.”
I watch as he prepares for the chase right before my eyes, his body stretching and tensing as he tilts his head to crack his neck. With the sensual roll of his large shoulders, I reach behind me to grasp the cold door knob at my back. I twist until the door pops open, watching as the sound of it causes Lucas's pupils to dilate.
“The sooner I fuck the fight out of you, the sooner I can hold you down and force you to come all over my cock. And baby, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it.”
Arousal rolls through me so hard, I know that if I stay there and listen to another word out of his filthy mouth, I am going to be too weak to run. This man was clearly made solely for my destruction.
I turn, utterly breathless as I pull the door wide and run through it. My bare feet carry me across the patch of pavement and out on to the grass, straight towards the line of trees. The world around me is painted in shades of Autumn, a golden yellow world that smells of dying leaves. Every time I breathe, I draw the crisp, clean air in by the lungful.
Once I breach the tree line, I run as fast as my feet will carry me. I know that I won't last long, not when Lucas is so much stronger and faster than I am, but I give escaping him everything I've got.
I feel, more than hear, the beating of his feet on the ground behind me as he finally gives chase. The fact that he is already so close to me has my adrenaline surging so hard that my entire body tingles from it. Why he hasn't snatched me up yet is both confusing and unsettling, and it makes me think of a cat playing with a mouse right before the kill.
Frustration and fear inspire a sudden burst of energy, and I push myself as hard as I can. I run with everything left in me, jumping over fallen branches and shoving things out of my way as I go. My lungs burn from the exertion, but I keep pushing. Exhaustion is nipping at my heels, but sheer determination keeps me moving. That is until Lucas snuffs out my flame mercilessly.
The thick, muscular arm that wraps around my waist knocks the air out of me as my body jerks against it, and I am suddenly spinning around as he takes us both down to the ground.
Lucas cradles my body against his to protect me from the impact, but immediately rolls over so that he is pressing me down from above. The weight of him crashing down over me cuts my scream off before it can finish, and the panic has me thrashing beneath him, desperate to get free.
He restrains me so easily, even when I am trying my hardest to fight back, that it has tears of frustration slipping from the corners of my eyes. His hand lifts to grasp my throat, his piercing silver gaze locked onto mine.
“Don't you dare quit,” he growls in between breaths. “Fight me!”
He shifts his big body above me, one muscular thigh forcing itself between my legs to spread them wide. I try to stop him, but I don't have a ton of strength left to do so. Once he has enough room, he settles hard against me. The feel of him between my thighs makes me ache so profoundly it startles me.
I take that moment to fight. Whatever is left inside of me, I drag up from the depths of my being and fight. My hands beat against his chest as hard as I can manage as my body twists and writhes beneath him. He takes each hit from my fists like it's nothing, watching me through his narrowed gaze until my entire body is trembling violently.
I am completely spent, and he knows it. With one last hit of my hand against the hardness of his chest, I go lax underneath him. Weak, aching, and needy beyond understanding, I melt into the glory that is my own defeat.
He takes that moment to strip me out of my clothes. I cannot resist as his hands tear at what I am wearing, leaving me exposed and vulnerable from the waist down. One big hand collects both of my wrists, pinning my arms over my head as he pulls his own pants down past his hips.
“I'm going to hurt you until it feels good,” he groans, his sinful mouth pressed against my ear, as he positions his cock at the apex of my thighs. I cry out as he buries himself inside of my body with one violent thrust, the pain of it colliding with pleasure so intense I see stars behind my eyelids.
Lucas lifts his other hand to my lips as I moan brokenly, covering my mouth to absorb the wild sounds coming out of me. When he rears back and slams forward again, I scream into his waiting palm. He shudders above me, and I realize then just how damn wet my pussy is. I am drenched and aching so deeply that I can hardly stand it. He was right. This is exactly what I needed.
“Of course that pussy is soaking wet. You were made for a devil like me,” he whispers harshly against my ear, picking up a steady pace as he thrusts roughly inside of me. I clench my eyes shut and turn my head away from him, unable to process the incredible pleasure and pain of his assault. The hand covering my mouth grips my jaw tightly, forcing my eyes back to his.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demands, slowing his pace just enough for me to grow more accustomed to the vicious invasion. Slower doesn't mean easier, though. His hips drive into me with a force that is sure to leave bruises on my body. I don't care, though. I need more.
I hold his silvery gaze as he fucks me with a ferocity I've never felt before, his pelvis grinding into my aching clit and making my brain foggy with lust. I am drowning in him, drowning in this. I don't want to fight anymore, not with the intensity of my need for him. I need this monster of a man to possess me so deeply, so thoroughly, that I'll never be free of him. Again and again, until I draw my last breath.
I am racing so quickly towards climax that it terrifies me. I know the brutality of my orgasm is going to destroy me. My eyes widen as I try to fight against it, to hold it off, but Lucas doesn't allow it.
“You don't have to give it to me,” he tells me through clenched teeth, reading my body so expertly that I know he can feel me careening towards my release. “I'd rather take it by force.”
And my god, he does. His hands leave their positions so that he can grip my body in a way that allows him to maintain a deeper, harder angle. He fucks me like we're dying, and our only salvation is this. The sound that comes out of my mouth is halfway between a moan and a scream, and I am utterly powerless as he forces the orgasm from me.
The sensation that races up from the base of my spine steals my breath as my climax crashes into me, stars exploding in my vision as my entire body convulses from the force of it. He comes with me, a ragged groan falling from his mouth as his thick cock pulses and empties inside of me.
