Page 48 of Ends of Being

She glares at me again, then attempts to throw me off her as she shouts, “Let go of me! I hate you!”

I chuckle again. “You don’t hate me.” I rub my cock against her a few more times, then continue, “Your pussy tells me that you don’t hate me at all.”

Now, she’s panting, her eyes squeezed shut, and I feel her hips moving as she pushes back against me. I move my upper body up and away from her and adjust my legs so that I’m fully between hers. The champagne-colored sleep set she’s wearing is ruined, bloody smears soaked into the fine fabric in all the places that I’ve been pressed up against her.

For some reason, this pisses me off. I don’t know why I had these grand ideas that Antoinette could be involved with me and remain unsullied, but I wanted to believe it.

And here we are, completely fucking sullied.

I let go of one of her arms to test how she’ll react, and when she leaves it limply above her head, I release the other one and sit back so I’m kneeling between her spread legs.

I grasp the delicate fabric of her tank top in my hands, yanking it apart violently, and her hands jerk down to cover herself as she exclaims, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Leaning forward, I use both hands to yank on her sleep shorts until they rip apart and toss them aside as I look down at her. “Seems pretty obvious to me, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you.”

She glares at me, then spits out, “Over my dead fucking body.”

“Keep running your mouth, and that can be arranged.” She gasps, but before she can say anything, I wrap my hand around her neck and cut off her air and her words. I move my other hand between her legs and groan in satisfaction at how wet her pussy is for me.

She may rage at me, she may throw a fit, but deep down, she wants me.

And she’ll fucking have me.

Toni

I can’t fucking breathe.

I’m flat on my back on a cold concrete floor with this beast of a man lording over me, one hand squeezing my neck and the other fucking my pussy.

I’m still beyond pissed off.

I grab onto the forearm of the hand that is choking me and pull against his hold. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t let up, just squeezes tighter as he says menacingly, “That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to take what I give you. You’ll take it, and you’ll love it.”

I get my feet under me and attempt to throw him off, but all my movement does is push his fingers deeper into my cunt.

Then there’s that deep chuckle, the one that sends pangs of arousal deep inside me, and I’m grateful he took my words to prevent me from begging him to fuck me.

Instead, I continue to struggle, though I’m not entirely sure if I’m struggling to get away or to get closer. I do fucking hate him. I hate how he keeps things from me, and I hate how he uses the excuse of protecting me to keep me in the dark. All he’s accomplished by not giving me information is opening me up to more danger.

I’m practically seeing spots when he suddenly releases his grip on my neck. I suck in air, coughing and choking as I watch him quickly strip out of his shirt, and I gape at the amount of blood on his body. I glance down at myself and grimace at the dried blood streaked all over me, too.

Fury renewed, I yank one leg loose, and before he realizes what I’m doing, I kick out, hitting him in the chest and sending him sprawling. I scramble on the cold floor, unable to get my footing, and he’s on me again before I get too far, but this time, I’m face down with my hands pinned underneath me, my naked ass in the air.

His low voice rumbles in my ear as he blankets my body with his. “Is that how you want it, minx? You want me to fuck you from behind like the animal I am?”

I shake my head in denial. “I don’t want you at all.”

He lets loose another deep chuckle against my ear, sending more shivers down my spine, then he grits out, “That’s too fucking bad because you have me. You can’t get out of it now. You’re mine, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”

I squirm, but I know it’s pointless, so I bite out, “I’m not yours. You can’t force me to be with you.”

He pauses, then remains silent for a moment, his weight still heavy on top of me, and for a moment, I think he may retreat, that he may give up and let me go.

Then he lets out a feral growl that vibrates through my body and says gruffly, “Oh, but I can. You think just because I’ve given you choices up to this point that I won’t hesitate to force my will on you day in and day out for the rest of your life? I’ve told you before, baby girl. There’s an easy way, and there’s a hard way, and regardless of which path you choose, I’m at the fucking end of it.”

“What are you gonna do? Are you gonna keep me in a collar? Am I going to follow you around like your little lapdog?”

He reaches a hand between us, undoes his pants, and shoves them down out of the way, and then the hard hot front of him presses against me. His rock-solid cock rubs against my throbbing pussy, and I bite my lip in an attempt to not respond, but I can’t stop, and my hips press up, and I push my ass against him in invitation.

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