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“That’s not working so well right now, is it?”
He grinned viciously as he reached out and grabbed my hair. I yelped and he pulled me closer, dragging me against his body. I struggled, squirmed, but his hands were like iron. He shoved me down face-first over his legs, my face against the cushion of his couch, as he brought a hand down and slammed it against my ass.
I gasped in shock. For one intense, amazing moment, a bolt of pleasure lanced down my spine. He did it again, and I felt myself tingling and wet.
Then the realization of what was happening locked into place and overrode my baser needs.
He was spanking me.
I freaked. I struggled. I slammed my elbows in his gut and ripped my head away. I rolled onto the floor then scrambled to my feet, eyes wide and staring, and he was laughing, laughing, but his eyes suggested he didn’t think this was funny, and the bulge straining against his pants certainly wasn’t a joke.
That fucking monster spanked me.
“Don’t get too close, my love,” he said, standing, not bothering to hide his erection, the sick freak. “You don’t want to find out what’s underneath my handsome smiles.”
“You piece of shit. You can’t treat me like that.”
“Tell me you didn’t like it.” He advanced and I scrambled away.
I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly that turned me on. There was no pain—he hadn’t hit me hard enough. There was only the distinct sensation of his hand on my ass and being at his utter mercy.
There was a feeling of being controlled. Of submitting to a higher power.
Of giving myself to a beast and letting it devour me whole.
If my pants were off—if he could’ve touched bare skin, or better, spread my ass wide and slipped his fingers between my legs to that soaking wet mound and teased me and fucked me to god, oh, god—
I slammed back against the bathroom door. Why was the door closed? I grabbed at the handle and wrenched it open, hoping I could escape inside.
He shoved the door shut and pinned me.
“Tell me you don’t want me to rip you to shreds,” he whispered, his voice painfully seductive. His words were honey, dripping from his tongue. I wanted to taste them, to lick him and let him lick me back, to spread myself and give in to the dark pleasure I knew he wanted to give.
Only I didn’t know if I could come back from something like that.
“I want to go home. I want to survive this nightmare.”
“It’s not a nightmare, love. It’s something so much better. It’s a wet dream, but it’s reality.” His fingers laced through my hair and gripped hard. I pushed against his chest, but the fucker was a brick wall. I struggled and that only made him grin more. His lips came within inches of mine.
I snapped like an angry dog. I barely missed taking a chunk from his mouth. He laughed and pulled my hair hard enough to hurt. I gasped in shock as his other hand gripped my ass—
And he kissed me.
I groaned into that kiss. It was savage and incredible. He spread my lips apart and his tongue slipped into my mouth, moving along my tongue, my teeth. I growled in rage and pleasure, like a purr in my throat, and his other hand tightened on my ass. He pulled me close and I felt his hard cock against my soft pussy, right between my legs, and I moaned in outrage and pleasure as he kissed me, and I kissed him back, mindless and insane.
I’d let him do whatever he wanted.
Right now, if he stripped me bare, I’d let him.
Oh, I’d fight. I’d even try to hurt him.
But when he fucked me, I’d submit, I’d moan, I’d beg his name, and I’d come, god, I’d come along his thick shaft, again and again.
He’d leave me a shuddering mess in a pool of sweat on the bed.
I wanted it so badly. I pressed myself against him, grinding my hips along the length of his massive cock. He was a monster, a sick freak, and I wanted him to ravish me, to defile me, to destroy. I wanted to sink down into his darkness and luxuriate in whatever sickness he’d drive into my life.
I wanted him.
I hated myself for it. I hated him, too.
Our lips parted. I gasped for breath. His eyes were filled with rage and his hands tightened on my body.
“Tell me you want it,” he whispered, pulling my hair hard. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck yourself, asshole.”
He pinned me harder to the wall. “Say the words, Robyn. Tell me you want it and I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever dreamed.”
