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No. No. Oh, hell, no.
He drove several fingers inside, flexing them open as he thrust in and out, taking his time to indulge in teasing me.
“Yes, very wet.”
I closed my eyes, no longer able to think clearly, the tight clutch of my fingers relaxing as I fell into a lull. Then I realized I was jutting my hips forward, meeting every thrust. Oh, God. Oh, no. How could I be this starved from something I didn’t know existed? It was crazy thinking, my mind nothing but a ridiculous blur. I was sick inside, embarrassed that he could tell how aroused I’d become. As his hot breath skipped across my skin, I could tell easily he was becoming even more turned on.
“Do you like the feel of my fingers pleasing you?”
“No. Fuck you.” My voice was little more than a breathless whisper, a ridiculous attempt at denying the sickest, most incredible feeling of pleasure. I did everything I could to drag myself out of the dark oblivion, finding the strength to punch him in the gut. He was hard as a rock, the only movement that of my hand, an ache immediately developing.
He’d pulled his hand free and when I opened my eyes, I knew I’d crossed a line that had changed everything.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Emily. You really shouldn’t have done that.”
He jerked me around, pushing me onto the table once again, only this time grabbing my two wrists in one of his massive hands. I was exhausted from the fight, the very core of my world on fire, the closeness of the man driving me to a dangerous edge where fantasy and reality combined. As he leaned over, I held my breath, uncertain whether he was going to put a bullet in my head.
“There’s something you should keep in mind, Emily. I can either bring you pure, raw ecstasy night after night or I can generate mind-bending anguish. That choice is entirely up to you. If you’re a good girl and obey me, you’ll get exactly what you crave. If you fight me on any level, then the punishment you receive is going to be something you remember for a very long time. Do I make myself clear or would you like a reminder?”
What the hell was I supposed to say? I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Not one. Everything had turned into a surreal nightmare.
“Answer me. I need to know that you understand.”
“Yes. I get it.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to make certain I provide you with incentive for remaining a very good girl.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means that I’m going to fuck you.”
There was an even more ominous tone to his voice after he’d taken the last phone call, as if capturing me held an entirely different meaning. I sensed he’d reined in his control for as long as it was possible, his true predatory nature clawing its way to the surface. When I heard his button and zipper being undone, I almost lost it, fighting him with everything I had.
But as he brushed his hand under my shirt, caressing in a soothing manner, I was torn between the self-loathing and the delirious rush of excitement.
“Voy a disfrutar tomando cada centimetro de ti, mi florecita.”
I’m going to enjoy taking every inch of you, my little flower.
I relished the sound, the raw hunger oozing through every syllable. I could barely catch my breath, my heart racing. He yanked my shorts and panties all the way down, crawling his fingers along the inside of my leg, rubbing them toward my aching pussy.
“I’m not your little flower. I’ll never be your anything.” Even as I said the words, there was no conviction in them.
“We shall see. Won’t we,mi hermosa flor?”
Names. I hated all the fucking nicknames and why? Because they made me feel special. Because they made me feel wanted. Because I felt the heat and lust dripping in every word. As his scent filtered all though my system, I closed my eyes, shuddering from the sheer jolt of current jetting through me. When I felt the hard press of his thick cock against my bruised bottom, I let out a moan, the sound almost like a pure invitation to take me.
Use me.
Pleasure me.
As he pressed his cockhead past my swollen folds, my body acted entirely on its own, pushing against him. A warm, almost dizzying series of sensations washed over me, shooting straight into my aching pussy. Nothing was going to stop him from taking what he wanted.
He was huge, my muscles struggling to accept the thickness. I was stretched wide open, involuntary moans rushing up from my throat.
“So wet. So tight. Your hunger is as great as mine.”
Why did his guttural voice have to slide across me like a warm blanket, soft and velvety?
