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I could feel my resolve weakening. His proximity to me made me feel like a flame to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me that I was powerless to extinguish.
And I just let it happen.
I swallowed hard, lifting my chin and standing toe-to-toe with him. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight this time.
This time, I’m going to get what I want too.
His hand wrapped around my upper arm, and he spun me around, effortlessly pinning both arms behind my back with only one of his own. My shoulders arched back, and I struggled, but there was no breaking his hold. He was that much stronger than me, and I didn’t make any headway. He just waited, letting me fight and truly letting it sink in how powerless I was against a man like him.
He was a monster.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“No, you don’t, princess. Don’t lie to me,” he chided.
“I’m not lying,” I snarled.
“You are. If I ripped your panties down right now, your pussy would tell me different, wouldn’t it?”
I didn’t dare say a word for fear that it would confirm that he was right. Even now, I could feel how soaked through my panties were already, that my arousal was practically leaking from my pussy, and I gritted my teeth, trying to stay strong even in the face of a powerhouse like him.
“Are you ready to hear what you need, Maci-girl?” he asked, and a shiver raced down my spine at the heated intent in his voice. His body pressed against my back, and I realized that the way my arms were angled meant that my hands were pressed right over his very, very hard cock.
“What do I need?” I growled, not doing anything to hide the anger in my tone. I hoped it was enough to cover up the rampant desire pulsing through my veins.
“You need another hard fucking,” he said blatantly. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, and I gritted my teeth, wanting to tell him exactly where to shove it while also wanting to tell him I wanted it, but I kept my mouth shut.
I wanted to say yes. I should have told him no, yet I said nothing at all.
His cock throbbed underneath my hand, and it took everything in my power not to cup it, to really feel how hard he was for me, how much he wanted me, and everything that he was offering. I closed my eyes, and my fingers twitched. His sharp intake of breath was the only thing that alerted me to my accidental movement, and I felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks.
What was I doing? Why did I want this?
His free hand roamed up and down my body, slowly exploring every inch of the front of me and then finally settled over my right breast. Roughly, he cupped it, squeezing it just hard enough to take my breath away, and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.
I didn’t want him to know how much of an effect he was having on me. That would be too much, too embarrassing, too shameful, too wicked. My chest rose and fell with the difficulty of staying still, and his fingers cinched tighter and possessively around my breast as a breathy little cry finally escaped me and my body practically hummed with desire.
“Do you need a fucking, my pretty little slut?”
Oh, my fuck.
His words shouldn’t have this much power over me. My lips parted and a soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. Almost immediately, I bit the inside of my cheek as his hand roamed over me again, this time just sliding over my mound and then traveling back up to cup my other breast.
He wanted me to answer.
I wasn’t going to.
With a quiet intake of breath, I wavered back and forth, brushing my hand against his cock, and my eyes practically rolled back in my head. I felt almost like I was floating up in the clouds, like my body had taken over and my mind was just coming along for the ride. It was utterly intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
With deliberate intent, he released my breast and reached down to my waist, slowly taking the tie to my wrap dress within his fingers and pulling it loose. Inch by inch, it came undone until he let it go, completely untied. The fabric of my dress parted slightly, and he reached up to bare my chest, revealing the matching lacey bra I had chosen this morning.
The lace cups lifted my breasts seductively, or so I had thought, but he didn’t turn me around to appreciate them. Instead, he just scooped his hand into my bra and lifted my left breast clean out of the cup. He did the same with the other side.
I felt like my breasts were obscenely displayed, and it did nothing but turn my body even more molten.
His fingers closed around my left nipple, and he pinched lightly enough to cause a slight glimmer of pain to race through me. I trembled a bit in his arms, and I could have sworn that his cock felt even harder than it had before.
Fuck me… I urged him in my head, not daring to say the words out loud. I wasn’t going to give in that easily. I was strong and I could stand toe-to-toe with him. I would show him that I was just as powerful as he was.
