Page 56 of Stolen

I tried to suppress the whimpers from escaping my mouth, but it was next to impossible with the sensations he was creating. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my body began to respond the way he wanted it to, and when it did, he would take what he wanted. The look of triumph on his face as he began to make my body shudder was enough to make me envy the blind.

The mix of temperatures he was crafting was driving me wild, and I fought hard to keep him from knowing it. I wondered how long it would be before his tongue found its way to my most sacred of places…and then I wondered if I would like it. I found myself suddenly wanting a release, needing one, but I loathed myself for my body and its stupid needy desires.

And then, as if he read my mind, his fat wet tongue licked up my entire center, flicking at my clit and drawing it into his mouth. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my mouth, my body shuddering from the touch of his animalistic tongue.

“Damn,” he growled. “You taste fantastic. Just like I imagined.”

My body was on fire now as I felt a gush of heat rush to my core. Clutching the sheets, I bit my tongue as I fought against the heat, my body wanting more, but my brain screaming in protest. Yes, this man had a sexy exterior, but his ugly interior made me want to bash his head in with a baseball bat.

And then a deep chuckle rose from his throat. “Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

Fuck!

I shook my head, gripping the sheets so tight I was sure my knuckles would pierce through my skin.

“Don’t lie to me, little girl. Your own desire coats you. That pussy’s practically begging for my mouth to finish what it started. But I’m not gonna do that,” he said, climbing farther over me, resting himself just past my hips. “Not until you beg me for it.”

“Never gonna happen,” I spit out at him.

“Unbutton my pants,” he retorted.

Releasing the sheets with sweaty palms, I unwillingly brought my hands to the button that held his pants together. This was the worst form of torture, forcing me to undress him so he could fuck me. Even as my pussy cried for all of his special attention, my mind and heart wanted nothing to do with him. The only comfort I could take was that the physical pain would be considerably less than the mental anguish I would suffer for the rest of my life.

When the button released, my hands returned to grip the wrinkled sheets beneath me. His face was so close to mine, and a low growl reverberated from his throat as he rubbed his nose up the side of my neck. I felt so trapped—like a small deer under the prowl of a mountain lion, waiting to be torn to pieces for the predator’s pleasure. He was drawing this out so slowly, savoring my fear and discomfort like the absolute fucking psycho he was.

He then shimmied out of his pants with devious deliberation, staring at me the entire time, but I refused to indulge him.

“Look at me,” he demanded. Silently damning him to Hell, I brought my eyes to his, and I found myself drowning in his all-consuming gaze, summoning my worst fears. His hand curled around the curve of my face, his thumb tracing back and forth along my jawline. And then evil appeared in the form of a grin. “I am going to fucking wreck you.”

And then he plunged into me, pushing me back into the pillows above my head, and I cried out from his sudden invasion. He roared from the impact above me, pleasure crystal clear in his eyes and a smirk forming in the corner of his lips. “Like a fucking glove,” he groaned.

My hands balled into tight fists in the sheets as he began slowly pumping in and out, the sound of my own wetness quickly becoming like nails on a chalkboard. I turned my head to the side, the only thing I could do to inch away from him, but of course he couldn’t let me get even that far away.

“No,” he said, taking my hands from my sides and pinning them above my head. “You’re staying right here with me.”

“You’re a fucking monster,” I seethed.

“You have no idea,” he growled into my ear.

He slammed into me then, his big body hovering above mine as he pinned me down, his weight trapping me beneath him. Suddenly, his lips came down on top of mine, kissing me with a passion that bordered on a feral type of possession. It terrified me. His lips forced my mouth open, allowing his tongue to snake through and twist with my own.

By the time he finished kissing me, I was breathless and begging for air. A dark chuckle left his throat as he switched his pace, his thrusts becoming only slightly softer and achingly slow. As if he were trying to make love to me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, his mouth latched onto my left breast. Still pumping away inside me, he bit down on my nipple, sending a new wave of pleasure straight to my clit. I cried out, and my back arched involuntarily, pressing my breast farther into his mouth as his tongue swirled and prodded over my sensitive flesh.

Replacing both my wrists in his left hand, he found his way to my neglected breast with his right hand and gently traced the underside of it with his fingertips. His hand then captured my entire breast, massaging and kneading it with a strong grip, and I moaned at the contact.

As if responding to my dead giveaway, his mouth released me and blew a cool breeze over the wet skin, sending more electricity to my clit. Somehow, throughout this assault, I found myself coming closer and closer to a release. The way he moved, the way his hands fought to claim every inch of me—this wasn’t just him fucking me; this was possession, pure and unrestrained.

As he kept up his hard, even pace, his mouth targeted my neck. I thought he was going to kiss me there, but instead, he unleashed his teeth and bit me hard, the pain pulsing through my body and making my blood rush through my veins like the goddamn rapids.

Another gasp escaped me before I felt his grip on my wrists loosen just enough for one of them to slip out. When he noticed, he released my neck and raised himself up just enough for me to slap him right across the face. His skin was slick with sweat as my hand made contact, and I tried to retract it for another attempt, but he just caught my wrist and laughed as I struggled against him.

“Nice try, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “But you’re not going anywhere.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed.

The smile that spread across his face sickened me to my stomach as the irony of the situation dwelled on me.

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