Page 92 of Sinister Games

“No! I hate you! I hate you and your stupid fucking games!” she cried as she continued to strike me.

Black mascara ran down her cheeks as the water streamed over her face. Grabbing her head, I leaned down. “Elizabeth, listen to me—”

“No! No! Let me go!” Her fingers tore at the thin, wet silk of my shirt.

Seizing her wrists, I wrenched them high over her head. Still she struggled. Stepping forward, I pressed her body against the now warm tile.

“Let me go! I hate y—”

My mouth slammed down onto hers. Pouring all my anger, fear, love, and lust into the kiss, I took possession of her mouth. Breathing heavily, my open mouth ran along her jaw then back to her lips. Pushing my tongue inside, I swallowed her rage.

The water beat down upon us as I shifted her narrow wrists into one hand and lowered my hand to palm her breast.

Breaking free from my kiss, she swore, “Fuck you! Let me go!”

“Never,” I growled, before pinching her erect nipple.

Leaning down, I kissed her neck, uncaring as the sharp edges of her diamond necklace scratched at my jaw and throat.

Wrapping an arm around her body, I placed the flat of my hand against her lower back and pulled her forward, bowing her body into my embrace as I lowered my head to her breast. Pulling the nipple in deep, I bit down with my teeth, reveling in her cry of aroused pain.

Her wet wrists slipped free of my grasp; pulling at my hair, she brought my head up to her own.

“I hate you,” she cried through clenched teeth before kissing me.

Reaching down, I tore at the fastening of my trousers till my cock sprang free.

Sliding her up along the shower wall, I wrapped her legs around my waist. “Hate me then,” I growled as I placed the tip of my cock at her tight entrance, “but love this.”

I thrust in deep. Throwing my head back and howling as the beast inside of me was unleashed at the feel of her hot body clenching down on my cock.

Elizabeth cried out, her arms flung wide, clawing at the wet tile as, unbound, I pounded into her.

The jagged edges of her necklace tore my shirt to shreds as I ran my teeth along her jaw before moving down to the rapid pulse of her throat, craving the taste of her beating heart.

Thrusting in deep, my ragged breath lost in the steam, I commanded, “Come for me, baby.”

Slipping both hands under her slick thighs and the under curve of her ass, the tips of my fingers grazed her dark hole, teasing.

“Richard!” she cried out as her back arched.

Pulling away from the wall, I wrapped her tightly in my arms as I pressed balls deep into her heat, wanting to feel every ripple of her orgasm as it coursed over her body. The moment she went limp in my arms, I pulled her legs free and stood her up within the circle of my arms. Then spinning her around to face the wall, I pulled her hips back.

Grabbing the soap, I lathered my hands, then pressed my soapy palm between her ass cheeks before running my fist up and down my shaft.

Positioning myself behind her, I growled, “My turn,” before plunging into her tight ass.

She screamed and bucked. Wrapping my arm around her hips, I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in hard circles.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck!” she yelled.

Her body gripped me to the point of delicious dark pain. After only a few thrusts, I was roaring my release as I pumped her ass full of my warm seed just as she came a second time, collapsing in my embrace.

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Holding her close,I washed the evidence of our lovemaking away.

Stepping out of the shower, I sat on a nearby padded bench as I dried her skin with a soft cashmere towel.

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