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GENEVIEVE
With my heart pounding like a captive begging for release, I slam the door and press my back against it. I’m only just able to stop myself from going back out there to see if he would take it further.
I’ve been fighting my desire for them since the moment I saw them. As fucked up as that sounds, I never expected Gage to be the one who almost tipped me over the edge.
With his cruel words and cold face, I hate him as much as I desire him.
I thought he hated me, and maybe he still does. Maybe he hates me as much as he hates his own desire for me. Yet I’m not scared of him. Despite his anger and attitude, I know Gage would never force himself on me, like men in my past. He would never take what I didn’t offer, despite his threats.
And part of me wants to offer it so fucking badly.
Part of me wants to hate fuck the man standing beyond the door, because despite everything else, I know it would be good, great even, fucking spectacular, and just the distraction I need. But I don’t. I can’t bring myself to open the door. I can’t bring myself to cross that line, despite the desire humming through me. My thighs clench together where I stand, slick with my arousal.
Shit. Turning, I press my head to the wood. I heard his boots moving closer just a few seconds ago, instead of leaving like he was when I shut it.
My skin is overheated from the shower, and now desire thrums through me so hard, it almost hurts. My pussy clenches, begging to be filled, my nipples are hard, and my clit is engorged.
Closing my eyes, I replay the scene, seeing him pressed to the wall as if he couldn’t hold himself back any other way. He was fully dressed, apart from his cock…
His cock.
Fuck.
I’ve never been the type to see a cock and want to write fucking sonnets about it, but Jesus Christ. It was the hottest penis I’ve ever seen. So long and thick, the type you think doesn’t exist in anything but porn. It was slightly bent at the tip, the veins stark against it, with trimmed black hair at the base and pre-cum beading on the tip as he worked himself shamelessly while he stared at me. His eyes were angry and on fire, setting me alight with him.
I watched him, aching and wanting to wrap my hand around him, to drop to my knees and taste him. I wanted to prove we both want this, that he can hate me as much as he wants but he’s no better than me, wanting what he can’t have.
And the way he touched himself, jerky and fast, like he couldn’t contain himself… He wasn’t putting on a show like Chaz does, where every movement was purposeful, meant to try and entice, to seduce, even if it fell flat. No, not Gage.
I’m on fire from one look at Gage’s cock, feeling something I’ve never felt. I’ve had good, dirty sex before, yet I know one moment with Gage would be better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Raw. Brutal.
I refuse to give in and fuck my captor, but I need to rid myself of this desire before I combust, fall to my knees, and beg like a weak prisoner for his cock.
I know he’s out there. I can hear him moving around and breathing heavily. The thought has my hand sliding down my thigh and back up, inching the shirt higher as he paces beyond, like a man about to steal my desire and pleasure for himself.
Part of me wants him to, wants the door to open and reveal him standing there.
Another part of me hates it, even as I part my thighs and drag my fingers through my wetness. My cheeks heat at the fact that I’m dripping. With one slide of my fingers across my clit, I almost explode. Embarrassed and furious, I part my lips and slide my fingers down, slipping one, then two inside of me with a gasp, imagining it’s his cock.
I visualise his face before me, thunderous and angry. He would be rough and take what he wanted. My eyes close as I touch myself the way he would—furious and fast, fucking myself on those fingers. I have to bite down on a cry of pleasure as I touch myself with my other hand, tweaking my nipples. I twist them before sliding my hand down my quivering belly and rubbing my engorged clit.
I hear him then, breathing heavily as he undoubtedly listens, and it makes my breath hitch. I nearly fall as I feel the impending release build higher, and then I focus on his breathing. Unable to resist, I add another finger, thrusting them in and out of myself faster. My chest arches, begging to be touched as I desperately rub my clit.
A groan soaks through the door behind me, and it sends me over the edge.
Whimpering as I come, I bite back my scream. My pussy clamps around my fingers like it would his big cock, and my legs jerk as my eyes slide closed. I ride the release before slumping against the door. Panting, I pull my wet fingers from my pussy.
As I come down from the high, I shiver, feeling cold once more. I’m disgusted with myself.
Pushing away from the door, I shake my head at my own lack of restraint.
Angry at myself, I make a promise.
I will never do that again.
I will stay away from him, and I won’t give in.
I won’t be theirs.
