Page 26 of Taking

I could fuck her awake. Shove my dick so far up her pussy she came to with a shriek. The idea jerked my already strangled dick in my jeans, but I clenched my jaw and fists, needing to keep control rather than ravage.

Not on day one, I told myself.

I had too much fear to inflict before having what I’d been thinking about.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t find my release and leave her with the evidence. That would definitely ring on panic once she woke and realized what I’d done.

I rose onto my knees and pulled my dick out, palming my throbbing length while staring at her body—the fluttering pulse in her neck, the parted lips.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Tugging on my dick, I soaked the rest of her in.

Dark pink nipples I salivated to taste. The hollow of her belly. Pale pubic hair, the nub beneath laid bare from her tied-open thighs. Soft petals…glistening wetness…

The fuck?

Dropping my hold on my aching length, I leaned down and rubbed my nose over the soft curls between her legs. Womanly musk filled my senses, my lungs as I inhaled, making my dick leak.

Well, fuck me.

The naughty bitch did get off on being tied up, on being taken against her will. No wonder she’d stilled when I’d straddled her thighs before choking her to unconsciousness—she’d been giving me the goddamn green light to take what I wanted.

Fuck.

I grabbed my dick again, squeezing to the point of pain to keep from stabbing it into her. My fist would do until I had my share of causing the poised princess to buckle to fear.

She whimpered, rousing, and I straightened, the schlicking noise of me fucking my fist rising between us. I imagined her pussy sucking me deep into her body. Strangling my dick.

The wet sound of me jerking off couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was, but she didn’t scream or attempt to escape while coming to.

Addilyn gasped and stopped moving. Tensed. Her nipples hardened beneath my stare. The pulse in her neck throbbed.

And I’d thought she was so damn smart. Stupid, stupid girl, allowing her fantasies to dictate her future.

She shifted her hips as though needing me, every inch of my length she’d once gagged around. I could finger her tight little hole, and she would probably moan rather than tell me to fuck off. I could probably fuck into her puckered rosebud, and she wouldn’t fight.

I didn’t want her orgasms.

I didn’t want her cum.

I wanted her tears.

My balls tingled, and a deep groan rose from my chest as I fucked my fist faster—harder—needing to scare the shit out of her by painting her body with hot spurts of milky white.

Addilyn’s breath held as though she too stood on the brink of ecstasy.

Spunk shot up through my length, ribboning across her belly. I bit into my tongue, tasting copper to keep from uttering a spew of curses or any sound she might recognize.

A shudder rippled over her body, once more bringing goosebumps across her skin.

Teeth clenched and sucking air through my nose, I caught the final dribble of cum in my palm.

Moisture lined her pink slit.

Damn woman had gotten turned on over my seed shooting across her skin. I scowled harder, deeper as I realized a part of me loved her response to my hate. Addilyn didn’t lie tied to the bed for her own pleasure. She was at my mercy. Mine. For revenge, for my satisfaction.

Suddenly needing space, I stood and left her alone. Let my markings stay where they’d smeared.

---