Page 56 of Her Name in Red
His grip tightens around my throat, but I can still breathe. Not a trace of panic can be felt in my body.
“You sure about this?” he asks, voice low and rough, his cock still teasing at my entrance.
I couldn't speak if I tried, my throat suddenly dry as sand. All I can do is nod, a jerky movement against the pressure of his hand.
It's all the permission he needs.
With one powerful thrust, Riggs buries himself to the hilt inside me. The sudden intrusion making me gasp. The stretch and burn are fucking intense—he's so fucking big, filling me so completely that I can't tell where I end and he begins. My walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Fuuuck,” I choke out, my eyes rolling back as tears spring to the corners, one escaping to trail down my temple and into my hair.
Riggs goes completely still above me, his body rigid with the effort of not moving. His hand leaves my throat to cup my face, thumb gently wiping away a tear.
“Fuck, are you okay, baby?” he asks, concern etched into every line of his face. “Did I hurt you? We can stop?—”
“Fuck,” I choke out, blinking away the moisture in my eyes. “It's been a fucking while, that's all.”
His face softens for a split second before that cocky smirk returns. “Who knew the golden boy of St. James had a big ol' dick, right?”
“Shut up,” I gasp, but there's no bite to it. My body is slowly adjusting to the intrusion, the initial burn fading into a delicious fullness. “Just…go slow at first.”
Riggs grins down at me, a predatory flash of teeth that sends a shiver racing down my spine. “Don't worry, nightmare. I'll make sure you're nice and ready before I wreck you.”
He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against my walls making me shudder. When just the head remains inside, he pushes back in with the same controlled pace.
Each stroke becomes easier than the last as my body adjusts to his size. The discomfort transforms into pleasure, building with every measured thrust until I'm arching into him, silently begging for more.
“Faster,” I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “I'm not made of fucking glass.”
Riggs pulls back to look at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that steals my breath. “You sure? Because once I really start, I don't know if I can stop.”
“Then don't fucking stop,” I snarl, digging my nails into his shoulders hard enough to leave half-moon indentations. “Fuck me like you mean it, Rhodes. I won't break.”
His next thrust is brutal, the force of it shoving me up the bed. Before I can catch my breath, he's doing it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“This what you wanted?” he growls, fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. “Wanted me to fuck you like I own you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from my throat. “Fuck yes.”
I rake my nails down his back, feeling the skin break beneath my fingers. Riggs hisses but doesn't slow his pace, just fucks into me harder in retaliation.
“Marking me up,” Riggs growls, slamming into me with enough force to make the cheap bed frame creak in protest. “Fucking claiming me.”
“You started it,” I gasp, lifting my hips to meet each brutal thrust. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending raw and exposed.
“Yeah, I fucking did,” he says, one hand leaving my hip to slide up my body. His fingers find my throat again, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to remind me he could cut off my air if he wanted to. “And I'll fucking finish it too.”
My pussy clenches around him at the threat, a fresh wave of wetness easing his way.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groans, adjusting the angle of his hips. The head of his cock drags across that perfect spot inside me with each thrust, making my vision blur at the edges. “Your pussy's strangling my cock.”
I arch my back, trying to take him deeper. “Harder,” I demand, my voice raspy under the pressure of his hand. “Make it hurt.”
Riggs' eyes flash with something dangerous. “You want it to hurt?” His voice drops an octave, becoming something almost unrecognizable. “I'll give you pain, nightmare.”
He pulls out completely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper despite myself. Before I can protest, he flips me over, his strong hands manhandling me like I weigh nothing. My face is shoved into the mattress, ass pulled high in the air.
“This what you want?” he growls, one hand splayed across my lower back, holding me down. “Want me to fuck you like the animal you make me?”
