Page 93 of The Ecstasy of Sin
“Does this mean you’re finally going to fuck me?”
He nods. “You’ll cry, and you’ll beg, and you’ll fight me, but you’ll lose. You were made to lose to me, not the rest of the world. They can’t have you anymore. I’m the only man you’ll bleed for.”
The way he wants me feels sacrilegious. I know it will hurt, and I know my pain will make him harder, but that doesn’t stop my body from wanting him and every sinful thing he intends to do to me.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I turn toward the trail, and I run.
I don’t look back as I pass the trail marker and disappear into the dark woods, my night vision is the only thing saving me from face-planting into roots and uneven gravel. I don’t hear him behind me, but that only feeds the adrenaline flooding my veins.
He’s waiting. He’s giving me a head start, because he knows he’ll catch me no matter how far away I get from him. There is no way I can outrun him. He’s not just bigger and stronger than me, he’s a perfectly honed predator that is built for exactly this: pursuit and capture.
The second he reaches me, it’ll be over. He’ll take me down, pin me beneath that punishing body, and force every inch of his cock inside me, whether I’m ready or not.
Knowing what’s coming, the takedown, and the unstoppable claiming, has my clit throbbing with anticipation. My inner thighs are slick with my arousal, my body aching with the intensity of my need for him.
After what feels like forever, though I know it’s only been a minute or two, the sound of boots pounding against gravel cuts through the silence and echoes through the trees around me.
My breathing is a ragged mess as my legs pump harder, my body driven by the primal thrill of knowing who’s coming for me.
In a snap decision I may regret, I veer hard to the right into the narrow corridor of trees. I’m aiming for the open field beyond, hoping the shift in terrain throws him off, even for just a second.
As I crash through low-hanging branches, and dodge thick roots at my feet, I can’t help but question my decision to cut through this mess.
If I can lose him here, in this dense strip between trail and field, I might put some distance between us. He said he wanted to earn it, and I intend to make him do exactly that.
The field comes into view faster than I expected, and my steps falter as I break through the trees and hit open ground. I instantly stumble, falling to my knees. I curse as my body scrambles forward, but I force myself to get back up and keep running.
Even though I know looking behind me will only slow me down, I can’t help myself. I glance back over my shoulder, a scream caught in my throat at the sight. Dominic explodes from the tree line like a predator unleashed, running at full speed, straight for me.
I whip my head forward and dig deep, pushing my burning legs past what I thought I was capable of. My lungs are on fire, my body screaming for mercy, but still I give it everything I have left.
As if saving me from the humiliation of collapsing on the ground, I feel Dominic’s strong arms wrap around my waist. When we collide, he takes me down with him. We’re tangled together as we fall, but he twists his body so that I land on top of him—my monster, even in this, shields me from the worst of the impact.
I want to scream as he forces me onto my back, his lower body slotting itself between my legs, but my lungs are busy pulling in large amounts of cool air. I didn’t think it was possible to feel like I’m dying, while coming alive at the very same time.
I struggle against him, pushing at his chest as he pins me with his hips, his hands pulling my dress back up to pool at my waist and give him access to my body.
He gathers my wrists in one hand, then pins them above my head, so he can pop the button of his pants with the other.
If I wasn’t fighting to regulate my erratic breathing and my chaotic heart rate, I’d be impressed with how quickly and efficiently his pants slide down past his hips with only one hand after chasing me through the forest at top speed.
When his cock is finally free, the thick, heavy length presses into me. I wiggle in his grip, whimpering as the thick head brushes against the entrance of my pussy.
His mouth claims mine in a fierce kiss, before he releases my wrists and grips my jaw to force my gaze to meet his. “Eyes on me,” he commands, his breathing far more controlled than my own, a testament to how fit and strong he truly is. “You'll watch me while I claim your pussy.”
I’m winded and trembling as he grips the base of his dick, lining the thick head up with my entrance. I whimper at the feel of him pressing against me, sliding the first inch of himself into my body.
His entire body is taut with tension, his jaw clenched tight as he breathes through his unbearable need to slam into me. The moon, finally rising above the horizon, illuminates his face.
He looks savage—his dark hair damp with sweat, blood streaked across his face, and his eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
I’m shaking violently as he drives his cock into my pussy, pausing when he meets my body’s resistance.
His breathing is ragged, his muscles locked like he’s on the edge of shattering, but it’s his eyes that terrify me.
For a single breath, Dominic drops the mask I didn’t realize he was wearing, proving to me that he is more villain than hero. I can see it in his eyes, his need for my blood, for this sacred pain, before it gives way to our pleasure.
He’s fucked-up. But I’m fucked-up too, because the thought of him taking me even if I beg him not to, makes my pussy soaking wet for him.
