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Micah hissed.
‘‘What a good little slut,’’ he groaned. ‘‘Who taught you that, hm?’’
I paused.
The degrading words made my stomach erupt with butterflies. I’d never been treated like that, but I’d written about rough, animalistic and dirty sex in my books. The fact that I got the chance to experience made me hornier than ever.
He bent down slightly, his head tilted to the side. His eyes widened slightly, anger lacing behind that look.
He pulled my hair harshly, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I gasped for air, not realizing just how much I needed to breathe.
‘‘I asked,’’ he spoke through gritted teeth, ‘‘who taught you how to suck cock that well? I need a name, Bambi.’’
His words were barely above a whisper, but the threat behind them was undeniable. He wasn’t joking around, and I felt myself freezing under the intense stare.
‘‘Why? So you could kill him?’’
Micah smiled. ‘‘Yes, Bambi.’’ His words of confirmation only made my eyes widen. ‘‘I’ll track him down, kill him in front of you and then fuck your mouth next to his body.’’
I felt disgusted with myself. It only managed to make my blood buzz with anticipation, as if I wasn’t horny enough. It was disturbing, but I could almost picture that in my head, and the thought of it made my clit ache for Micah’s touch.
He laughed, noticing the expression on my face.
I screamed when I felt his hands on my body. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, threw me on the bed and took off my pants with my underwear in one swift motion. I almost choked on air at the abrupt movement, suddenly feeling exposed.
He grabbed the hem of the shirt, and instead of pulling it over my head, he tore it. I noticed his muscles a long time ago, but I never thought he’d be able to rip that shirt into pieces with almost no effort.
Goosebumps tugged all over my body, my nipples erect and my pussy aching for him.
He started from my thighs, caressing the skin. The closer he was to my sweet spot, the tighter the nerves in my stomach coiled up until it felt like I would combust from the tension. Am I really going to have sex with him? With the man that brought nothing but fear and terror everywhere he went? The same man that had killed people in front of me, kidnapped me and told me I was his until the day I died?
‘‘You’re perfect, Storm,’’ he murmured so quietly that I almost didn’t catch his voice.
His eyes bore into mine, and I felt his overwhelming dominance over me reach its climax. I was his to use as he pleased, and there was nothing he could do that I wouldn’t like. I made peace with the fact that no matter what happens after I escape, and he gets caught, he would have left a permanent mark on me, and no one would ever be able to compare.
He brought his face close to my thighs, and started kissing every inch of my skin he possibly could. He’d alternate between kissing and licking, until I felt his teeth pierce through my skin.
I screamed, seeing the blood on his lips.
When I looked down, I saw a bite mark from him, and the blood that started to ooze out. It wasn’t too much, but it hurt like a bitch, and that was bound to leave a scar. But a scar of his teeth on my skin made me forget all about the pain.
I allowed my inner thoughts to win.
As he wiped the small spots of blood from the side of his lip, I put my lips on his. Immediately, he took over, not allowing me a single moment of feeling dominant over him. His hand was wrapped around my throat, and when he squeezed the sides of it, all I saw were stars.
Micah’s other hand was teasing my inner thighs, slowly tracing my labia, but not once did he touch me exactly where I needed it. I whined into the kiss, and as a response, he bit my bottom lip as harshly as he did with my thigh.
I started pushing myself onto his hand, trying to force him to touch me where I needed it the most, but he only slapped my pussy. I shuddered, yet I didn’t stop. I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted it now.
‘‘Don’t be greedy, Bambi,’’ he spoke into the kiss, before making a distance between us. ‘‘Greedy girls don’t get rewards.’’
‘‘Please,’’ I whispered.
Not once did I think it was possible for me to beg a man to fuck me, but here I was. With desperation and need in my voice, I almost started crying from frustration. I’d never been this turned on, and the twisted way this all happened made it harder for me to contain myself.
Micah brought his hand to my aching nipple and twisted it with his fingers, before brutally pulling on it. The pain shot through my body, and I released a silent scream. Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.
‘‘Fuck,’’ he yelled out, and kissed my cheek, licking the fallen tears in the process. ‘‘I knew you’d look so fucking perfect crying for me.’’
