Page 149 of Beautiful Scars

“I don’t know, Kill. I’m not feeling it.” I pump him again, and again. Faster now. His head falls back, his groans coming in time with every stroke of my hand down his hard cock.

“Princess, you’re playing with fire.”

I don’t know what it is—if it’s his tight, hoarse voice, or the way his cock quivers in my hand, but I can’t stop myself. I bite my bottom lip, almost mewling with urgency as I hold his cock up and slowly lower myself onto the tip.

He lets out an explosive sigh, and then it’s my turn to groan as I force him in deeper and deeper. Every inch feels like it’s too much, like he’s too big, but I keep going because there’s no way I can stop.

When he’s filling every inch of me, I reach behind me and run the palm of my hand over his balls. His hips lift and then pull back, fucking me as best he can with his legs stretched out and his hands still bound.

Again, I’m tempted to let him free.

But then I can’t run anymore.

But do you still want to? You seem to have forgotten that your escape route is wide open. Surely you’d have—

Shove a dick in it, Trish.

I massage my clit, my breath catching in my throat when Kill looks down and sees me. “Fuck me,” he commands.

“You’re not in charge,” I tell him, my voice as tight and breathless as his. “Not anymore.”

He throws his head back with a curse, his hips rocking as he tries to thrust into me. But I lift myself up, denying him more than an inch or two of my pussy. I massage my clit, desperately trying to hold off from coming, but already realizing that it’s a plan doomed to failure.

“I think I’ll come on your dick, and then leave,” I tell him.

“Fuck!” he bellows. “Meisie!”

I guess I should have been prepared for this. He’s a fucking strong man. And when you corner someone...well, they fight harder.

He yanks simultaneously on all four cuffs, and something gives. I literally hear it snapping.

I scream, falling back, but before I can even get off his cock, the cold links of the chain spanning between his two leather arm cuffs is around the back of my neck.

He tugs me down, and our mouths meet in a vicious kiss. I try to yell out, try to get free, but with a metallic clink and the slither of cold metal down my back, Kill grabs my ass and thrusts into me. The force breaks our kiss, which is fine because at least now I can breathe.

“You were going to leave me?” he rasps in my ear, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other forcing me flush against his cock.

God, I’m a whimpering, shivering mess.

“Youactuallythought you could leave me?” He grips the back of my neck, holding me in place so he can kiss me again.

As hard and slow as he starts fucking me.

All the while, that cool chain slides over my spine.

“I’ll drag you back kicking and screaming,” he whispers. “Every time.”

He sinks his fingers into my ass, holding me still as he punishes me with every inch of his cock. Every thrust drives air from my lungs that I gasp back between his furious kisses.

He pushes my head to the side, nipping my earlobe. “Now you’re going to come for me, princess. Hard.”

And when he grabs both my hips and slams into me, growling like a wild animal, I obey. And I’m distantly aware through my shuddering climax that he’s coming too, pouring into me until I’m dripping with his cum. My nails leave bloody crescent moons on his pecs, but I doubt he even feels it.

“Now are you ever going to run again?” he murmurs in my ear. When I don’t answer, he shoves a hand between us and pinches my clit.

“No!”

“Good girl.” He slaps my rump. “Now get up, lie on your back, and spread your fucking legs.”