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My stomach clenches and the malevolent butterflies from the last time slash through it, wrecking any semblance of control I thought I was wielding. It was cartoonish all along, meaningless, and with no actual impact. Because the one who has been holding the power in his brutal hands from the get-go is the man who’s standing behind me, confiscating my air and my sanity.
“You won’t get my fingers, though.”
“W-what…?”
“It’s time I claim you.” While he’s still gripping me by the hair, I hear the unmistakable unbuckling of a belt and the unzipping of pants.
The rhythm of my heart turns scary. Worse than when I have intense workout sessions. Worse than any frightening moment I’ve experienced in my life.
And I realize with terror that it’s because the fear is now mixed with something entirely different. It starts with my sticky inner thighs and ends in my overstimulated core.
He leans over my back and I’m acutely aware of the massive erection nudging against my ass.
Oh, God.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s huge. It’s been a long time for me, so there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to take him.
I close my eyes when his hot breath meets my ears and he murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move, Lia, and when you do, you’ll only feel me inside you.”
I don’t get to analyze his words as he tugs on my underwear and rips them off me. I gasp, both at the barbaric action and the friction that follows at my clit.
Adrian palms my hip and parts my legs with one of his knees, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock at my entrance.
I suck in a sharp breath when he drags it all the way over my folds and against my clit before going back again. He does it a few times.
Up.
Down.
Rub.
Down.
Up.
My head swims in a dizzy mixture of sensations, unable to take the torture anymore.
“Adrian…” I moan.
“Impatient, Lenochka?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” His voice hardens with arousal and authority.
“Please…”
“I asked, please what?”
“Don’t make me say it.” I’m breathing out the words now, sounding wanton to my own ears.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Adrian…”
“What?”
“Do it.”
