Page 20 of Sinful God

“Is that the best you can do?” Releasing one of my arms, Gage firmly grasped my jaw. He forced me to stare deep into his hazel and blue eyes. “Come on now, Raina. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

He had me trapped. Literally. Not knowing what to do but needing to make a move, I made a fist with my free hand and swung. Gage saw it coming. He invited it. I punched him in the face, making his head jerk hard to one side.

Fuck me. That was bold. Probably stupid too. With little choices left, it just happened.

Because I couldn’t change my course of action now, I went with it. I shoved hard against his chest in an attempt to dislodge him. Gage wouldn’t be moved.

Slowly he turned his head back to face me. Sinister intentions were written all over his face. Blood welled up on his bottom lip next to the piercing there.

“How’s that for not even trying?” My voice came out higher and louder than I’d expected. Panic rang through every word.

Gage recaptured my free hand, pinning it next to my head. “I’ve got to hand it to you. That actually hurt. Does that mean I get to hurt you now?”

He leaned over me, lining it up perfectly so the blood from his split lip dripped onto my face. Right onto my mouth. I clamped my lips shut, frantically shaking my head to avoid the spatter. This man and his thing with blood. What the hell was that about?

“Open up, Raina. It’s not like you haven’t already had my blood inside you. You’re going to take all of me.” Releasing my arms, Gage grabbed me by the throat with one hand. He used the other to pry my lips apart.

I slapped and shoved at his arms and chest, doing my best to move him. It proved useless. He was too heavy. Forcing my mouth open, he watched intently as his blood spilled onto my lips. It splashed against my tongue, warm and metallic. Unable to do anything but swallow Gage’s blood, I screamed.

My scream turned into his name. “Get off me, you fucking lunatic.”

I went for a throat punch, and he easily blocked me. Grinning down at me, Gage slapped my fists away. That didn’t stop me from trying. I flailed beneath him. We grappled as he tried again to restrain me. I was determined not to make it easy for him.

Gage got lucky. He caught one of my wrists, holding it tight. A small battle ensued as I tried desperately to punch his smirking face while he tried to catch my free hand. Instead of blocking a hit, Gage took it. My fist connected with his face. My mouth dropped open in surprise. He’d been blocking all of them. I hadn’t expected to hit him.

It was a solid shot in the face. A likely black eye in the making. Gage’s smile grew. He grabbed my arm before I could withdraw. Trapping both of my wrists in one of his strong hands, he was free to do anything he wanted.

“That’s going to bruise, you know. I’d say it’s only fair that I leave my mark on you as well.” Gage pushed my disheveled hair out of my face. Trailing a finger down my cheek to my bloodstained mouth, he leaned in to drag his pierced tongue along my lip.

Then he bit me. Sharp and sudden. I yelped. As blood seeped from the small wound, Gage sucked my lip into his mouth.

He never gave me a chance to gather my thoughts or make a counter move before he began aggressively tearing at my clothes. Even with only one hand, he had no problem shoving my shirt up. He palmed one of my tits, pinching the nipple painfully. I whimpered softly, cursing myself for making a noise.

Pressing my trapped hands against the bed above my head, Gage bent to suck my other nipple into his mouth. I tensed, expecting pain. He sucked hard enough to make me squeak but he didn’t bite down. Not until he moved to the creamy white of my breast. His teeth sank deep into my flesh. This time a pained shout broke free.

If I screamed for help, would anybody come?

Doubtful. Just as well. I didn’t need their help. Despite Gage’s aggression and gibes, I wasn’t afraid of him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Takes a real badass to pin a woman down and fuck her,” I taunted, straining against his hold on my wrists. Yeah, I wasn’t getting out of that. “Does this make you feel like a man, Gage?”

Pressing his lips to the valley between my breasts, Gage chuckled, his laughter vibrating through my body. “I’m not sure yet. Let’s find out.”

He hooked a few fingers in the waistband of my panties and roughly jerked them down my legs. Then he furiously worked his belt loose. I squirmed about beneath him, doing my best to make this difficult.

Gage switched my trapped wrists from one hand to the other as he shed hisNatural Born Killerst-shirt. When he was naked above me, my heart reverberated in my ears. And yet, wetness pooled between my thighs.

He used a knee to shove my legs apart. No foreplay. Gage wasn’t interested in pleasing me. Only taking me and making me his.

There was no hesitation on his part. No pause in action. He thrust inside me with enough force to make me cry out. Pain or pleasure? All of it. Somehow the two sensations came together in a heady concoction that made me hate myself a little. Gage was a twisted bastard, but I loved what he did to me.

Buried deep inside me, Gage licked the tip of my nose. “You know what makes me feel like a man, Cherry Pie? How fucking soaked your pussy is for me. You like the pain, huh? Yeah, I get it. I like it too.”

Taking advantage of his proximity, I bit his chin. My teeth dug into his flesh, making him suck a sharp breath between his teeth.

“You have no idea what I like,” I hissed, writhing beneath him. “I’m not like you, Gage.”

Moving between my legs, Gage pumped furiously into me. “Aren’t you? That’s funny. Your ridiculously wet pussy says otherwise. You like it rough and dirty. How much can you take, Raina? How far are you willing to go?”

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