Page 71 of Revive
“Time you learned not to bait the beast.”
The virile brand of his cock nudged against her hip, then her butt, as he face-planted her straight into the wall of the ravine, and ground against her while he held her there one handed. Something circled her wrists and pulled tight. Not cuffs, or rope. Leather? His belt? He’d punched a notch in precisely the right place to hold her.
“No, don’t.”
She’d not expected him to restrain her. Alle fought like a fish on a line. She wanted to be able to touch him.
“Don’t?” he barked. “Do you think that’s going to stop me? Do you think you’re going to appeal to my better nature, and I’ll just let you go? I’ve no intention of letting you go until I’ve taken exactly what I want. You offered it, remember. This is me accepting.”
She was impossibly pinned. Her movements only ground her more firmly against the rigidity of him.
“You don’t want to do this.”
“Is that so?” He let her exhaust herself squirming. “And what would you know about what I want? Do you think you know me? Do you think you know what’s in this head of mine?” He tapped her temple. “You know nothing. Not a fucking thing. I’m going to take what I want, pretty one. Everything I want, and in the way that I like it.”
Rough.
Her smile bloomed as he forced her more firmly against the rock face.
She had indeed asked for this.
“What are you going to do?”
“I think you know.”
“Fuck me?”
“Maybe,” he crooned, his voice all cruel tease, and his hands continuing their assault.
“And if I say no?”
Oh, how he laughed. “What if you do?”
“Spook?” she bleated, momentarily unsure. Did he really mean he wouldn’t stop, not even if she spat their safe word at him? Or was he overlooking that trigger, confident she wouldn’t pull it?
“This arse is mine, this cunt is mine, and these tits are mine. Your pretty mouth and your screams are all mine. I’m looking forward to hearing them. I’m going to get a fucking big kick out of the fact you’re going to make your throat sore making them, and they’ll all be for nothing. No one is going to come rushing to your rescue.” They’d sent everyone away. They were the only two people on the whole damn island. “And they won’t make me stop no matter how loud they get. Your tears are mine. They’re not going to stop me either. I’m going to push my cock into you, fuck you until you’re crazy, then spill my load, and I’m going to do it bare.”
Fuck!
Alle clamped her legs together tight, which only prompted him to kick her feet wider apart.
“Are you going to fight me? Please do. It really fucking turns me on.” He wrenched her head back, fist tight around her hair, making her body arch.
He sucked another livid bruise into being on her neck.
Her thoughts scrambled, fixed briefly on the glimpses of Xane she’d seen after the night the two men had spent together in Gothenburg, scratched, bitten, and bruised.
Spook slapped a hand across her arse. It echoed loud. He struck again and again over the same spot, until it tore snarls from her throat. It fucking hurt. Tears stained her cheeks when he stopped.
He turned her head and wiped the mascara-laden tears away with his thumb. Then, he ripped a hole in her tights and shoved his hand through the gap before tearing the crotch out of her knickers. With two callused fingers he roughly claimed her pussy, while he rolled his thumb against her clit. It ought to have been too heavy handed to be arousing, yet the opposite proved true. The coarseness of it was a shocking turn on.
Alle wriggled trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go. He had her caged.
Her skirt got rucked up around her waist. Cold air and damp rock teased her flesh alongside his fingers. Alle cursed. She spat out protests. None of them slowed him. He carried on with his finger fucking, and the patter, patter, press with the pad of his thumb. A third finger got added to the mix. All three of them pushing deeper, causing desperate sounds to slice out of her.
His breathing quickened alongside hers.
“You’re so goddamned wet for me. May as well stop pretending you’re not wild for it. That you don’t want it. You want it. We both know it.”
