Page 108 of The Rivals' Touch

He bites my nipple to the point of pain, and then his lips are back on mine, hungry and feral; our teeth clash. Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he growls, “I want you to come on my cock! I want to feel you squeeze me.”

With his taste on my tongue, and his dirty words stoking the fire building inside me, I fall over the edge. My nails scrape down his back, and he breaks away from my mouth with a hiss.

“Shit!” He begins fucking me harder, chasing his own release.

I take it all, egging him on with my eyes. “Is that all you’ve got?”

He chuckles darkly, and the drop of sweat on his nose falls onto my breast. “You want more, beautiful?” I’m flipped over on all fours, and he slaps my ass and slams into me from behind.

His assault is so brutal I struggle to hold myself up. “Aah! Zayd!”

He winds my hair around his wrist and pulls my head back as he rides me hard and fast. It’s not sweet or romantic. It’s dirty and primal. Zayd doesn’t make love; he fucks.

I clamp down on his cock as another orgasm builds strength low in my core.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunts, tightening his grip on my hair. The sound of slapping skin fills the room.

“You are, Zayd!” I reach for the nearest pillow and bite into it.

“I didn’t fucking hear you!” He slaps my ass, and liquid heat seeps down my thighs.

“You, Zayd! You’re fucking me!” I don’t recognize my voice as he drills into me and fucks me like he owns me.

“That’s right!” He snakes his hand beneath my body and begins rubbing my clit. It doesn’t take long before I fall apart for a second time, moaning his name into the pillow while he plays my throbbing nub like a guitar.

“Fuck!” he curses, pulling out and flipping me over. He rips his condom off and milks his dick over my tits. I’m mesmerized, watching his hand move over his length.

With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he groans deep in his chest as his hot release coats my nipples, trailing down the sides of my breasts.

When he’s done, he smears his semen over my tits. “I fucking love seeing you covered in my cum.”

My clit sparks up again at his dirty words. His dark hair is more tousled than usual, and it triggers something primal inside me to know it’s my doing. I pull him down to me by his neck and sink my teeth into his bottom lip. “And I love my effect on you!” I clutch his creased hoodie, damp with sweat, and grin against his mouth. “You think you’re ruining me, but you’ll soon learn I’m the one ruiningyou!” I leave him to stare after me as I get off the bed and put my jeans back on.

I walk over to the door and smile over my shoulder. “See you at dinner, Zayd.”

His mouth opens and closes, but I don’t wait to hear what he has to say. I wink at him, then step out and close the door. When I turn to go to my room, I freeze.

My father is leaning against the wall opposite, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “Did you have fun?”

My heart ceases to beat.

He walks off without another word toward the staircase, and I know he expects me to follow. I glance at Zayd’s door.

I can protect you.

His words were sweet but a lie – a foolish wish by a naive heart. He can’t keep me safe from the monster in front of me. No one can, not even me.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I follow behind my father. I should run, but where the fuck would I go? There’s no escape.

My dad’s shoulders are tense, and his body is rigid, a live bomb waiting to explode.

The minute the door to his office clicks shut, it happens.

I expect him to scream, shout, and call me profanities, but he doesn’t say a single word as he locks the door behind me. His hand strikes out and smacks me across the face. Not once, not twice, but three times.

He fists my hair. “I didn’t raise you to be a fucking whore!”

My cheeks burn, and my skin throbs. I bare my teeth as he lifts his hand and strikes me for the fourth time. I fall to the ground and let out a cry of fear despite my best effort to be brave, scooting backward on the wooden floor when he advances on me.

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