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I fantasized about how she would taste, how she would moan into my mouth while I was kissing her, how she’d look at me after I fucked her sweet pussy for the first time, stripping her of her innocence.
I’d wanted to experience all of those things.
But right now, I need her.
My other hand closes around her throat, tight enough to feel the pulse slamming against her neck. Her lips part, her gaze tangling with mine. Panic flickers in the depths of her eyes.
I grit my teeth, sparks of ire igniting inside of me. “You could have saved Val. You knew she was in trouble, and you didn’t tell me.”
Tears spring to her eyes and she nods. “I know,” she rasps. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t going to bring her back.” I let go of her throat and flip her around so her chest is flush against the wall. I press into her, my lips hissing against her ear. “You will never fucking keep anything from me ever again, do you understand?”
“Yes.” She struggles against me, and I grab both of her wrists, slapping them against the wall over her head. I hold her in place with one hand, using my other one to shove her shorts to the floor.
I smack the bare globe of her ass with my palm. My cock throbs and thickens, desperate to break free of the confining fabric of my pants as my hand repeatedly makes her whimper.
Adrenaline floods my insides, a thick fog of carnal desire settles around me. It chokes me to the point where I can barely breathe. I need to be inside of her, to break her, to own her.
I need to tear through her innocence and feel that tight, wet pussy clamp around my dick with the same desire incinerating my insides. I need to fuck this rage out before it poisons me even more than it already has.
The T-shirt she changed into once we got back from the hospital hangs loose over her slim frame, and it enrages me that I can’t see the effect I’m having on her body because of it.
I yank it over her head and toss it to the floor, releasing her hands so I can dig my fingertips into her soft flesh and massage the curves of her hips, eyeing her perfect and puckered ass like it’s my very hard-earned prey.
Her shoulders quake, tiny pants slipping from her lips as if she knows what’s to come. I drag a hand down the smooth slope of her back, dropping my eyes down to the angry-looking red welts left in the wake of my hand.
With a thundering heart, I run my fingers over them, evidence of my command over her body. It’s the only thing I feel like I can dominate at this moment.
She recoils at my touch until I bring a hand around to her pussy. I slip my fingers into her wet slit. With a gasp, she falls backward against my chest.
Her long hair tickles my skin. She thrusts her hips forward, welcoming my hand. Then she covers it with her own and guides it to plunge deeper into her heat.
I plunder her core while antagonizing her clit in the most devious way. Her warm juices coat my fingers. Natasha’s pants morph into pleas for more — for my mouth, for my cock.
The rage formerly electrifying my insides has been snuffed out by pure carnal lust, thoughts of loss and control and uncertainty fading to the background like white noise.
Only she can break down the walls I’d always been so careful to erect. Only she can calm the vicious monster inside of me. And only she can make me whole again, even if it’s only temporary.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her hips rocking against my hand.
“You’re so wet. You love when my hand plays with your pussy, don’t you?”
“Ahh! Yes!” She clenches, her velvety walls constricting my fingers when they delve deeper.
I drop her wrists and wrap my arm around her torso, feeling every orgasmic jolt that ravages her. When her body calms, I turn her around, mesmerized by the expression on her beautiful face. Not able to tear my eyes away from her, I lift her into my arms and carry her into my bedroom.
I lie her on the bed. Her legs fall open, her perfect pink pussy beckoning me to continue my erotic assault. She rises up slightly, reaches for my belt buckle and unfastens it. I tear off the belt, unbutton my pants, and shove them to my ankles. I kick them off one leg at a time before I lean into her, running my fingers through her hair.
With a throbbing heart, I stare down at her, the lump in my throat blossoming into the size of what feels like a golf ball. I’d wanted to fuck her, to use her as a way of detaching myself from all of the emotions choking me like a plastic bag that’s been stuck over my head.
But when I look at her and see the heat in her gaze, I know in the depths of my soul that I can’t separate myself. I want to possess her fully, to feel her body mold to mine, to show her she’s not some trophy or spoil of this underworld war.
I dip my head down low, her breath hot against my face. My fingers tangle in her hair, running through the silky waves, the head of my cock grazing her slit. I crush my lips against hers, an all-consuming wave of passion submerging me when my tongue slips between her lips and dances with her own, a swirl of coiling heat and hunger radiating through me.
Her back arches, her hips lifting in an attempt to swallow my cock. She drags her hands down my back, digging her nails into my flesh, slowly, methodically, and torturously.
In my wildest fantasies, I’d never imagined her lips would electrify me like I just touched a live wire, that they would be as addictive as the most potent drug, with one taste ruining me for life.
