Page 37 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

All thoughts of what I want and don’t want and can’t want are wiped out of my mind when the godlike man takes hold of me. He lifts me up, and because I’m so wet, he plunges right into my pussy, my body welcoming him as his ruthless cock sears into me.

I arch my back to take the intensity, but he rights me and holds me to him as he starts pumping into my body. He presses me into the wall and angles me so he can fuck me harder.

My lips fall open, and I gasp at the thrilling sensation that races over me. Like wildfire, it spreads recklessly over my body starting with the endings of my nerves, then it sinks deeper and burns up my insides.

An orgasm takes me right away, and I throw my head back, crying out into the release. I come and I come, and the arousal of passion coils again. He drives into me harder and faster, rutting into me like an animal, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before, claiming me and making sure I know I’m being claimed. He pushes me rough into the wall and holds my face so I can look him in the eyes and see the primal, animalistic need.

That’s when things change, and I hold on to him. At the same time, he kisses me just like before but harder.

We move to the table, and he knocks everything that was at my spot to the floor. The chair, the plates which smash, the glass that shatters.

He sets me on the table, and I lower down to rest on my elbows. He lifts my leg up over his shoulder and starts jackhammering into me.

This position feels different. I close my eyes as sparks speckle my vision, but he holds my face again.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he commands. He seems to have something about wanting me to see. I listen and do as he says. It seems to be the only thing I’m set to do.

He returns his hold to my hips, gripping tighter as he pounds harder. The shaking of the table causes something else to fall to the floor and smash. I don’t know what it is.

When his cock pulses inside me, I know he must be coming. I’m there at the precipice of the edge again. It’s seconds before I fall. It feels like falling, so I lunge forward and reach for him. He catches me, pulling me to his chest to rest against his ruffled shirt.

He holds me, and we come together. I cry out into the release that takes us and he growls.

His pumps slow as his cum floods my passage, hot and virile, all male and primal just like him, and even that has dominion over me.

His hair is ruffled. A lock of it hangs over his eye, showing off how truly sexy he is. His hot breath against my skin makes me want him all over again, and I realize then that I’m in trouble.

I can’t believe I just had sex with him. A mob boss.

He releases me and pulls out, allowing his cum to leak down my legs.

I’m still trying to catch my breath. He’s breathing hard too as he does up his pants.

He looks me over and holds my gaze, showing more fascination than before. It’s more want, but a dark thought strikes me as his volcanic eyes stare back at me.

Would he still want me if he knew? Knew my past?

It’s been years since I thought that, but then I’ve never been with anyone who looked at me like that before.

“You will stay here until I say when you can go.”

“What if I change my mind?” I hear myself say. I know the price, and I’m ashamed to ask because I know what it means. I just don’t know if I can do this. Be here, be here with this man who’s looking at me with so much desire it breaks down the walls I’ve built up over the last ten years.

One corner of his sensual mouth slides up into an easy grin.

“You won’t…” That answer isn’t just because he knows I know what will happen to Dad if I leave. He knows I won’t change my mind because of him.

Just like earlier, I watch him go.

This time, he looks back at me. He glances over his shoulder before he walks through the door.

It closes, and I’m no better off than I was before.

I look around the floor at the mess we made, at broken pieces of glass everywhere. I fixate on the broken tumbler before me. I still have questions, I’m still worried, and I know people will be worried about me.

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Morning comes…

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