Page 220 of Fatality

What do I do?

“E-Evren... back off,” I start, but the words completely miss their mark. “Get off me. I-I don't want you.”

I push weakly against his chest, trembling.

“Liar.”

He nips at my earlobe before pressing his lips just below it. I can feel my face, my neck, my entire body flushing red.

“Evren… We came here for the shipment.”

He growls against my skin, tightening his grip on my hands and pinning them beside my head on my chair tattoo.

“I don’t give a fuck about it right now.”

He presses multiple open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making my heart race like a drummer.

I’m about to open my mouth and tell him to take his shipment and get the fuck out when he grabs the collar of my shirt and rips it open, leaving me exposed to his gaze.

I gasp, utterly shocked and a hint of arousal at the sheer savagery.

My hands push against his chest, violently but he doesn’t even move an inch.

“What the fuck are you doing Evren?!” I shout, but I’m not even convinced myself.

My tits bounce with the violence before he suddenly lifts me like I weigh nothing and unceremoniously sets me down on the long chair.

He flips me onto my stomach, bent over the edge, my legs dangling.

He rasps against my neck, I can feel and hear his hand fumbling with the waistband of his jeans.

“E-Evren…” I pant, my voice trembling.

I want to fight him, but gods, those two weeks, touching myself on imagining him looking at me in the corner of my loft with those glowing eyes—I’m at his mercy.

“That’s right Riven,” He growls as he frees his erection.

I hear him spit somewhere and a wet sound echoes, he is probably, roughly stroking himself before moving closer to my quivering body.

“That’s my name, the name of the man you rejected, you stole from—the man you shiver for.”

He yanks down on my black legging, tearing them apart with brutal urgency.

I can feel my pussy glistening with anticipation—I’m already wet without him even touching me.

I bury my face in the chair mattress, I’m ashamed of my body reaction, but also so horny.

A guttural growl escapes his lips before I hear him drop to his knees behind me and grips both of my ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wide and ducking his head between them.

My eyes widen, I can feel my walls clenching and throbbing for nothing.

Another wave of warmth washes through my lower abdomen, followed by an undeniable slickness.

I feel him take an eager inhale, relishing in my scent that flows up from between my legs like an offering.

It is one.

My body is offering itself while my brain is short circuited.