Page 75 of Unorthodox
I do as he asks, holding his gaze.
With every thrust into me, he speaks, each one becoming harsher with every word he says. “I’m sorry that I hurt you.” He kisses me possessively, still holding my face, one hand pressed into the mattress beside my head. “I’m sorry that I made you think he was your only option.” His hand slides down my face, to my throat.
His fingers curl around me, and without warning, he pulls out of me, moves off of me. He lets go of my throat, yanks me up by my arm. Moving his hand to my shoulder, he shoves me down to my hands and knees, his fingers threading in my hair as he moves my stunned body like a ragdoll.
The wood is cold and hard against my palms, my knees. Confusion makes my mind race. I try to turn to look at him, but he doesn’t let me go, his grip in my hair tightening.
He’s behind me, and he pushes his cock back into me as I gasp. He lets go of my hair, wraps his forearm around my throat instead, dragging me back against his chest.
His words are whispered in my ear as he chokes me, fucking me harshly. “I’m sorry you’re a fucking whore.” He hits deeper inside of me, and I can barely breathe, his forearm against my throat constricting my airway. But I can only grasp at his arm for seconds at a time as I try to keep my balance, panic stealing through me. “I’m sorry you can’t keep your fucking legs closed.” My breasts bounce as he fucks me, his hips meeting my ass with every thrust. “I’m sorry you actually thought fucking him would let you get away from me.” He kisses the side of my face, still choking me, spots popping in front of my eyes. “I’m sorry you’re a dumb fucking cunt.” He shifts his arm, grabs my hair again, jerking my head back so I’m looking at him upside down, my mouth forced open with the angle he has me at.
“But goddamn, Addison,you’re fucking beautiful.”And as he slams into me again, pain and pleasure tearing through me, he drips spit into my open mouth, the taste of him like peppermint on my tongue. “You’re fuckingperfect,” he says, groaning the last word, “and you’re fuckingmine.”
He shoves my head down as I swallow the taste of him.
But giving me more whiplash, he pulls out of me. My mind reels until he spreads my ass apart, and I hear him spit on me. It’s warm, and wet, and uncomfortable.There.
I stiffen, and he laughs.
“Yeah,” he says softly, as if to himself, “Dante might’ve fucked your pussy, but no one has been here, have they?”And they haven’t.Not anyone. Ever.
Before I can move, before I can answer him, he drives his cock into my ass, a burning sting bringing tears to my eyes, a scream lodged somewhere in my throat.
The pain is harsh, and it takes force to get himself in, my body tense and fighting him all the way.
“At leastsomethingof yours belongs to me,” he growls, threading his fingers back through my hair.
He isn’t gentle, and I barely have time to breathe, let alone adjust to him, when he pulls out of me again, then pushes back into my pussy.
Revulsion and pleasure both steal through me as I close my eyes, on my hands and knees as he uses me.
“Strictly speaking,” he says, his voice hoarse as he pulls out again, gripping my ass with one hand, spreading me enough for him to push back into methere, “this shouldn’t be done.” His fingers tighten in my hair, yanking down, my throat pulled taut as I stare at the ceiling, eyes burning with unshed tears. He pulls out of my ass again, pushes back into my pussy, groaning as he does. “But you’re nothing but a toy for me to use now, beautiful girl.All of your holes are fucking mine.”
He switches back and forth, and I feel dirty and disgusting andhot.My entire body is warm, the sensation of him pushing into my ass, then alternating to my pussy is overwhelming, leaving me little room to think.
I can only feel.
And I realize, as I do, that I don’t want him to stop.
“I’m not sure what feels better,” he says, sounding breathless despite his arrogant tone, “Dante didn’t do too much damage, did he?” He comes down on me, his chest against my spine. “You want to say his name?” he whispers in my ear, still gripping me tight as he pulls out of my pussy, drives back into my ass. “You want to call for him now, love?”
The floor is cold beneath my sweaty palms, but with his question, my body flushes hotter. Anger and pleasure battle within me, and I can’t stop the words from my mouth as I moan,“Fuck,Dante.”
He laughs, changing each thrust now, one into my pussy, one into my ass, his pace punishing. He lets go of me, his hand coming under my chin, his cheek next to mine. “Say it again,” he whispers, his tone menacing. “I fucking dare you.”
I open my mouth to do just that, but before I can say the word, he slaps the side of my face, cutting me off. And as I blink, trying to breathe, trying to think, I know he’s coming as he starts to fuck my pussy so hard I collapse down on my elbows, my chest against the floor.
He says my name, groans it as he comes inside of me, his chest heaving against my back.
For a moment, he rests his head on my spine, and I don’t move, my fingers clasped as I press my own head against my fists, feeling nothing but…numbness.
“I could’ve come in your ass,” he says quietly, and I tense, wondering what he’s going to say next. “But the idea of you having my child while you’re the property of another man…it was too fucking good to pass up.”
Before I can react, he slowly pulls out of me, then jerks me toward him, so I’m against his chest even as the thing in my own cracks in two.
He slides his arms beneath me, wrapping them around me and rolling over to his back. He pulls me with him as he breathes hard, his body warm against mine as he tangles his legs around me, as if to keep me still.
As if I could move.
