Page 24 of Mr. Risky

“You’re not over that yet?”

“Over what?”

“Me choosing Pippa.”

The callous reminder of the wound still stung a bit.

“No. I just think you’re disgusting for cheating on someone you love, though.”

He put his other arm behind his head and the smile was spreading across his face now, those bright white teeth shiny and predatory.

“Now, who said I married her because I loved her?” Granger countered.

Then, as fast as a serpent, his hand snapped out and he gripped my chin with hard fingers, pulling me closer until he forced my mouth over his in a sick kiss.

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me, his mouth forcing mine to move as if this was normal.

When I refused to open my lips for his tongue, he pressed down, hard on my cheeks so they parted to admit him, his tongue demanding, tangling with mine possessively.

I had to wrench my head away as hard as I could.

“Pippa and I might not be that close anymore, but I’m not going to help you cheat on her!”

“You’re not going to help me do anything,” Granger said, gripping a fistful of my shirt. “I’m going to make you, whenever I please.”

I slapped his face with all my strength.

“What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing?”

His eyes looked cold, and suddenly I was afraid. Afraid of what this man was capable of. . .

“Taking what’s mine, that’s what I’m doing. I told you I would have you whenever I wanted, and I meant it.”

“I’m not yours. You ruined that by choosing her.”

Granger grabbed me by the neck and thrust me face-first into the couch, my nose stuffed into the cushions.

His cock was pressed against my back, grinding me deeper into the sofa.

And I couldn’t fucking breathe!

“Naughty girl. It’s not nice to slap.”

Two fingers were dragging down my panties, feeling the way my wet cunt was responding, and I writhed with the humiliation of being trapped there. I didn’t know where his filthy fingers had been.

His grip tightened on the thin fabric and with a sudden tug, he ripped them off.

He pulled me up for one second as I took a huge, gasping breath.

“No one said I was choosing her forever,” he hissed. “So don’t be such a brat.”

He drove my head down into the couch again, as beach air played over my suddenly very bare-feeling pussy.

His hands ran down my belly to between my thighs again.

Then without any warning they plunged into my cunt and I could feel the soft flesh pulsing with shock, trembling wetly as he stroked me, and I made an impossibly soaked splashing sound as he drew his fingers out and spread them in front of me.

“What a little liar.”