Page 81 of Captive Ruin

I chuckle, then pour my efforts into giving her what she’s pushed for: the hardest, roughest fuck I can manage.

She’s so damn tight that it’s a real workout. Every thrust takes effort, even more so when she clenches around me. Her ass parts for my cock, gripping it and squeezing, and my balls slap against her pussy with every stroke. I love the feel of her beneath me, the way she lifts to meet me.

I don’t stop rubbing her clit, occasionally dipping into her opening for more moisture, and she doesn’t stop pressing back, silently begging for more.

I want to hear it from her lips. I want to hear her beg me, like she did earlier. I want it so bad my heart aches for it. I can’t wait for the day she cries out Lukas as she comes.

But I know it won’t be today. She’s too stubborn, fighting me still.

That’s fine, I can wait. It’ll be all the more valuable when it happens.

For some time, there are no sounds save the rhythmic slapping of my hips into her ass, my grunts, and the exquisite soft cries she can’t help but reward me with.

My pleasure builds, my balls tightening, my orgasm held on the brink by willpower alone, drawing this out because I want it to last. I can take her like this again, and I will. But this first time in her ass? I want it to be memorable. For both of us.

Her cries have long since stopped carrying any hints of pain. There’s only pleasure now. I focus more on her clit, rubbing firmly, and she lets slip a sob of need. She begins to come, her body bucking and shuddering with the intensity of her pleasure, a long, drawn-out moan giving way to soft, near-silent gasps. She clenches around me again, body tensing.

She releases one hand from the bars and reaches back for me, finding my head, fingers pushing into my hair. She pulls me to her as she quakes beneath me with the strength of her pleasure.

Feeling her touch on me, knowing she couldn’t help but reach for me? My heart swells in fierce exultation, and I almost come right then.

I don’t hold back any longer, thrusting into her with short, hard strokes, then burying my cock as deep as I can and emptying my balls into her. I come hard, spurt after spurt filling her, and I know she feels it; her moan tells me so.

“Taken your ass,” I gasp out, even as my orgasm rips through me. “And your pussy. And your mouth.”

“Doesn’t… make me… yours.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I agree, my voice stronger as I come down from my high. “You’re mine because I won’t let anything happen to you again. I won’t let another man touch you, and I’ll kill them if they try. You’re mine because nothing will keep you from me.”

It was more than I intended to say, my protectiveness and possession swelling because she’s beneath me, my cock and my cum inside her. And because she reached for me.

But it doesn’t make any of it any less true, and I let it stand, waiting for her sarcastic response as my heartrate gradually slows.

She doesn’t speak, merely strokes her fingers through my hair one last time, then replaces her hand on the bars.

“That was a promise, you know.” I don’t want her to think it was just an in-the-moment thing.

She’s silent for a long time. “Yeah,” she replies at last. “I know.”

We lie there with our bodies pressed together, until I slide my hand from beneath her and stroke along her flank instead. Over her shoulders, up to her arms, just wanting to touch.

In a while, I’ll get her through the shower, clean her up, and put her to bed. Take her in my arms, hold her while she sleeps. But that’s all to come.

For now, I’m content to inhale the scent of her hair, feel the warm smoothness of her skin beneath my hand, and keep my grip on the back of her neck.

My Little Stray isn’t going anywhere.

Twenty

Amelia

Iwake up next to the man who’s claimed me and won’t leave me alone.

My body aches, but not in a bad way. He’s holding me, pressed against my back and ass, a hand cupping my breast. It’s… surprisingly nice.

More than that, I feel safe.

That’s three times I’ve woken up with him in my bed. He pinned me over a terrace table. Broke into my apartment. Cuffed me to my headboard, twice. Shouldn’t I be running a mile? Why am I feeling safe?