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His large hands stroke my shoulders before he gently brushes the straps of my dress off of them. My eyelids flutter. This is the closest those hands have ever come to caressing me, and it hurts how much I want him to continue. But what he does is glue my back to his concrete chest, his large hand reaching inside my bra and cupping the breast that hasn’t received attention at the bar. He’s gentle for just another second before his touch grows rough. He causes pain, possessiveness in the force of his grab.
“You like to make it hurt, don’t you?” I mutter, my words ghostly in the darkness. I remember how violently he took my mouth, and I’m looking forward to him taking my pussy that way, too.
“I might be a high-class brainiac during the day, but I become a beast at night.”
“A man with two faces. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.”
“Hmm,” he purrs. “I’m afraid I’m an uglier kind of monster.”
I repress the urge to scoff. “A rich thing to say for someone with such a beautiful face.”
For a few seconds, time stands still.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
“Yes. I just didn’t think you did. Your hatred of me seemed genuine.”
“It is genuine, yet here I am.” I release a long exhale, narrowing my eyes at the dim strip of light that filters between the curtains, courtesy of the street lamps outside. “Wanting you.” The words are feather-light on my lips. “Wishing I knew more about you. Wishing you’d tell me intimate things.”
His other hand slips into my bra, his palms swallowing both my tits. He squeezes, letting me feel the threat of hurt.
“Are you sure about that?”
I brace myself against the pain. “Positive.”
His hard length pushes against my ass, lodging itself between my asscheeks. “I suppose I could tell you intimate things about me, but then I’d have to kill you. Or at least tie you down, and keep you forever chained. Forever at my disposal.”
The idea of being helpless and maybe naked at his disposal sends a shiver down my back.
“Or maybe I could win your trust,” I argue, feeling stupid a moment after I’ve said it.
He kisses the side of my neck, his lips soft, unexpectedly sensual. “Win my trust?” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and it’s all I can do to keep a shuddering breath from escaping my lips.
“Maybe you could. But is it wise for you to trust me? I mean, right now I want to pin you down and use you like an animal.” His hands feast possessively on my breasts. “Would you let me?”
I swallow against the constriction in my throat. “Do I have a choice?”
A pause, as if he’s not entirely sure. “It would seem like you do at the moment. I’m still able to walk away. I came here to do a job, and that job is done. Ricky and Lorenzo will tell their bosses that you belong to me, and no one will dare touch you. Your enemies are forced to make more elaborate plans now, which will give us time to eliminate them one by one.” Another pause. “So right now, we could still call it a night.”
“And what would you do with this load if I did choose to stop things here?” I push my ass against his cock, anger, and pain fighting in my chest like a lion and a wolf. I hate that he doesn’t want me badly enough to fuck me like a caveman, even against my will. Damn it, I might be having a rape fantasy with this guy simply because I can’t accept that I actually want him.
He releases one of my breasts only to brush my chin with his thumb–the same one that played with my clit, still smelling of me. Reminding me of how he made me come for him before he strokes the lips he abused yesterday.
“I loved banging this mouth, you know? I haven’t felt such satisfaction in a long time.”
“You say you’d call it a night if I wanted to,” I breathe against the caress of his thumb. “But you’re toying with me, so I don’t believe you.”
“Good,” he says. “Because the window when you could have chosen to end this just closed. Now you’ll have to play along, whether you want to or not.”
He licks my cheek in a long, lustful stroke. Then, next thing I know, he’s shoving the fingers he fucked me with down my throat. I gag, but he traps me against his body, ripping the dress off of me with one hand. I’d yelp against his hand, but my eyes are tearing up with how deep his fingers go. All I manage is unsavory, gurgling sounds. He drags me towards the vanity mirror, and lights up the bulbs lining it. Then he adjusts them to a soft glow that exposes the scene for what it is.
The scraps that are left of my red dress cling to my shoulders, while the cups of my bra are shoved down, my panties sitting askew and exposing my soaked pussy. I’m perfectly smooth down there since I’m always expecting to drag some guy up to my room, but it’s still embarrassing as hell to be put on display like this. My skin is glistening with my own juices and I shift uncomfortably on my feet, but Zayne’s arms and body form a cage around me.
“There’s no point even trying,” he says, his eyes so focused on me in the mirror it’s scary. “You can’t escape me, and you can’t escape yourself.” I cough when he removes his hand from my mouth and slides it down to part the lips of my pussy and expose me in the mirror. He pushes his cock into my ass just enough for my hips to move forward so I can see myself clearly.
“Look at this wet, dripping pussy, eager to whore itself out to me. Are you ready to watch me pound it hard?”
