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“And do you think I will listen to what you want?” His tone is cruel and vindictive.
“No.” I know after last night that this man just takes whatever the fuck he wants, and nothing will stop him.
“That’s right,” he says, pressing his lips to my jaw and kissing me there. “I don’t listen, I take.” He yanks open the robe I’m wearing and slams his fingers between my thighs, making me yelp as I’m still sensitive from last night.
I bite back a moan. “What are you going to take now?” I whisper, dreading the answer.
Isiah smirks and his eyes rake over my body hungrily. “I’m going to fuck you on this desk.”
Only he would be that perverted, fucking me in front of a creepy board with photos of my family pinned to it. I shiver in anticipation as he kisses my neck slowly, trailing his lips down my chest.
Slowly, he drags his tongue around my nipple, making it impossibly hard. And then he does the same to the other, making me pant for oxygen. “This is so wrong,” I mutter.
He smirks cruelly. “No, it’s right. You’re my fiancée, after all. It’s only my right I get to give you a test drive.”
I punch him hard in the chest, but it hardly seems to affect him. “I’m a human being, not a fucking car.”
He bites my nipple and I scream, the pain oddly pleasurable.
What the hell is wrong with me?
None of my reactions to this man or his actions makes any sense whatsoever.
“Stop thinking so much,” he growls and then turns me around, his body pressing up against mine as he slides his hands down my arms. “I can practically hear you debating with yourself.”
He forces both of my hands down on the desk, his chest still pressed against my back. Nipping my earlobe, he murmurs, “You know your cunt is throbbing to be filled with me again, despite your pathetic insistence that you don’t want me.”
I’m completely at his mercy now; the intensity of it all sends shivers down my spine and I can feel how wet I am between my thighs. Isiah slides his own leg between mine and parts them, pressing his huge cock against my slick entrance, making it hard for me to breathe properly as I wait in trepidation for him to push forward, torn whether I want it or not.
I can’t help but feel a spark of pleasure in the midst of all this pain and humiliation.
He takes one hand off my wrists and grabs a fistful of hair, yanking my head back so that I’m unnaturally forced backward. His lips press against the back of my neck as he speaks softly into my ear. “You have no choice.”
My breath catches in dread but also excitement as he continues moving forward, pushing himself slowly inside me until I’m filled with the huge, hard size of him.
My body trembles beneath him as he moves in and out slowly— savoring each moment—intensifying every sensation in its wake.
He moves faster and I gasp, my orgasm quickly building as my nipples brush up against the cold wood of the desk. There’s violence in the way he moves, his hips slamming into me as if he’s trying to break me apart.
“That’s it, love, take my cock just like that.” He spanks my ass cheek hard, making me yelp in surprise. And then he does it again, over and over, until my skin is stinging.
I try to push him away, but his grip on my hair tightens, pulling me back with each thrust until I’m screaming in pleasure. I’m so lost in ecstasy that I’ve almost forgotten about the sick board he has on his wall with my family’s photos on it.
His hands move from my hair and then he pushes me face first onto the desk with force. I didn’t believe it was possible for him to fuck me any harder, but he does, driving into me like a mad man.
My climax rushes toward me at an unprecedented speed, making me moan as all my hatred disappears. All that replaces it is pure pleasure. I’m floating through time and space, being transported to some other realm where only pleasure exists.
Isiah groans loudly behind me, digging his nails into my hip so hard it hurts. And yet it only sends me over the edge faster as I scream his name, “Isiah! Fuck!”
“Now,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, “you’re mine.”
And then he groans as his own orgasm takes over, gripping onto me tightly as he unleashes his seed deep inside me. The same terror I felt the night before rushing in as I remember we didn’t use protection then, either. And yet, I doubt he cares. We’ll be married in less than a month, so he won’t give a shit if I’m pregnant beforehand.
Once the aftershocks of my orgasm wear off, my vision clears and I see that fucking board. My rage hits me renewed and I take the moment of his distraction to escape him, rushing back into the bedroom as fast as possible.
He follows slowly, watching me as I run into his closet and find some clothes in there since Isiah destroyed mine. As I expected, there are a few items of female clothing, so I select a dress and throw it on. And then I return to the bedroom to get my shoes.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
