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Something in the mirror catches my attention, and it’s not only my tangled loose hair that’s framing my face, making it look younger, prettier, in a docile way like Reina’s. It’s the violet mark on the hollow of my neck that’s angry against my fair skin, almost like someone tried to rip a piece of flesh out.
Did…did the bastard leave a hickey on me?
I reach my fingers to it, touching gently as if expecting it to disappear if I press any harder. While it doesn’t hurt, the mark is visible evidence of last night, of when he touched me and I…touched him.
I did touch him. There was a moment where I didn’t want to stop.
Forcing my mind to shut that thought down, I break eye contact with the hickey and head to the stall. After testing the water on my fingertips, I step under the hot stream.
The mark tingles with the water, and I find myself tilting my head as if wanting it to sting more.
My breasts feel heavy, and when I look down at myself, my nipples are slowly peaking. My stomach clenches as if demanding something. What, I don’t know.
It’s the water. It’s only the water.
I close my eyes, leaning my head against the wall to distract myself from whatever is happening in my body. I try thinking about what I will do today to distract my mind: check on home, V Corp’s report, talk to Vlad about the attack and—
A hot body appears at my back and a hand wraps around my throat from behind. I gasp on water, eyes shooting open, but I don’t attempt to move.
I can’t.
It’s like my muscles are locked together and I’m unable to take a single step.
“I’ll barge through any door you lock, so you might as well save your energy next time.”
He pushes his hips forward, and my chest heaves at the feel of something very hard and ready at the crack of my ass.
“Now, about that punishment…how should I start?” He parts my ass cheeks, and I get on my tiptoes as he slides the length of his cock against my back hole. “Here?”
“S-stop it.” My voice is low, insincere, even to myself.
“Why? Are you scared of the pain? Don’t worry, I’ll prep you so you can take my dick up your virgin arse like a good little princess.”
His dirty words are supposed to make me buck and fight him, claw at his chest and hit him in the face, but my entire body is held hostage in his grip. My nipples tighten to the point of pain, and this time, it sure as hell isn’t because of the water.
“But we will start here.” He parts my legs, and they open of their own volition like they were always meant to.
I don’t know why I allow him to do this to me, to treat me this way like it’s his God-given right, but somewhere deep inside me, I think I always longed for the moment Kyle would take from me as savagely as his real self is.
Because the actual person behind the smiles and swift kills? That person isn’t visible to anyone but me, and right now all I want to do is dig my fingernails into that version, provoke it, and let it out in all its full glory.
Reina always told me I’m drawn to danger, and maybe she’s right because I’m salivating for the danger that is Kyle Hunter, despite how much I hate him.
He runs the crown of his cock against my folds, causing friction so deep my legs shake.
He stops at my entrance and I tense.
“You don’t have a condom.”
“And that’s a problem because…?” He nibbles on my earlobe.
“Because you’ve been dipping in God knows where and I’m not ready to catch an STD.”
“That mouth of yours was more compliant when you were drunk.” He continues his up and down motion, turning me hazy. Forget about being drunk—he’s erasing all my thoughts right now. The only thing I can focus on is the stimulation against my sensitive folds and the unrelieved ache deep inside me.
He squeezes his hand around my throat at the same time as he replaces his dick with two fingers, plunging them into me. I gasp on water, a moan tearing from my throat and echoing in the air.
Holy. Shit.
“This is only the preparation for your punishment.” He speaks against my ear, nibbling on the shell and the earlobe. “This cunt will belong to me.”
He thrusts in and out of me, and I close my eyes in mortification at the sound my arousal is making.
“Hear that? That’s how much you crave what I do to you. It doesn’t matter whether you’re drunk or sober.”
Can’t he shut up? The more he speaks with that raspy British accent, the more I’m sensitive and burning for his ministrations.
