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He’s towering over me as he stands next to the bed. I shake my head, incapable of forming words.
“Take your top off or I’ll rip it off.”
He’s just crazy enough to do it and send me back downstairs topless, so I do as he asks. My arms tremble slightly as I grab the hem of my crop top with both hands and pull it over my head.
“Bra too.”
I’ll be fully naked in front of him. Even though we’ve fooled around more times than I can count in the last two weeks, he’s never seen me completely naked.
He’s never asked or made a move to completely undress me, almost like it would have set him over the edge and he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if he had.
My arms go around my back and unhook the clasps of my bra, pausing slightly as I hesitate.
“Show me.” His tone continues to be more menacing than I’ve ever heard it and I know we’re still a razor thin edge away from violence. But his voice is also thick with lust as his eyes drop to my covered chest.
I bring my hands to the front, letting the straps drop down my shoulders before I remove the bra completely and toss it to the side. I’m confident in my body beyond a few basic insecurities, but there’s something about laying naked in front of someone still completely clothed that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.
His eyes are conflicted looking at me. Like I’m a priceless piece of art that needs to be coveted and treated preciously but also like I’m something he wants to ruin and dirty and mess up forever.
“Shit, look at you. Fucking perfect.”
He takes a step towards me as he grabs his shirt by the back of the neck and yanks it off. My mouth goes dry as I take in the toned and tanned planes of his tattooed stomach, the defined six pack and V shape leading down below the waistband of his pants. He looks like he was chiseled out of marble by a great Italian artist.
His hands wrap around my ankles, using them to yank me down to the edge of the bed. He looks down at me, his eyes raking over my prone body.
My heart pounds in my throat as he bends over me, his hands coming to rest on either side of my body. His gaze holds mine as he lowers his head. His tongue flicks over my hard nipple once before his lips close over the tip, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh my god.”
I’m writhing below him, my fingers weaving into his hair to keep his mouth on me. He licks my nipple, then bites it, before blowing air on it. The combination of sensations has me teetering over the edge. I arch into his touch, trying desperately to chase my release, but he keeps me on the brink.
His mouth moves to my other nipple, lavishing attention on it like he did the first. His fingers find my center and enter me in one swift movement.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He groans approvingly against my flesh.
My orgasm slams into me, my back arching up so far I’d have moved off his fingers if his hand hadn’t wrapped around my neck, using it to press me back down into the mattress. It’s rough and controlling and so fucking hot I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking this tight pussy for so long.”
He looks at me intoxicatedly, eyelids half-lidded, pupils blown and his eyes liquid pools of black. I claw at him, grabbing his arms, his shoulders, his neck as I try to get him to touch me again. A tortured cry falls from my lips and I don’t recognize it.
“Would you have gone with him?”
“W-what?” I ask, trying to make sense of his question through the thick haze of lust. I reach for him again.
He stands upright as his hands come to his belt. I swallow thickly, watching him unbuckle it and pull it through the loops slowly, seductively. He holds it in his right hand as his left comes back down to grab my throat.
“That fucker was trying to get you to leave with him. Would you have gone?”
His grip is so tight around my throat, I can’t actually answer him. I run my hand up his arm, feeling him, trying to breach the distance he’s created between us, at least the physical one, but his face is too far away.
Instead, I bring my hand down and cup his cock through his pants as I shake my head 'no'. He hisses sharply through his teeth, seeming to hold his breath as I move my hand up and down his length twice.
He presses me down violently into the mattress, snarling in my face. “No one sees you like this.”
It’s not phrased like a question and yet he’s poised over me, waiting for confirmation. I shake my head slightly, a refusal to answer.
Anger flashes in his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the veins popping in his arm as he holds me captive against the mattress.
