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He didn’t answer at first, choosing instead to suck at the flesh of my neck as he molded his hands around my breasts. Only once he drew the first ragged moan from my throat did he respond. "I can't think straight with you next to me, Garnet. That's a death warrant for both of us. I need to take you."
"No, please…"
He couldn’t—I couldn’t. I needed more time. I needed some sign.
"I’m going to fuck you, right now, knowing you’ll hate me for it. I’m going to kiss and lick and suck and tease until you beg for my cock and hate me all the more." His hands wrapped around my skull, his lips hovering half an inch above my mouth. "And damn my soul, baby girl, I’m going to enjoy it."
Grabbing my wrists, Dean pinned my arms against the mattress. Lifting his ass, he used the fat tip of his cock as a wedge between my labia. He dragged the head along my clit as he doubled over to suck my nipple and areola into his mouth.
"I saw you go into the building, you know? I saw how you block the whole world out."
As he confessed, he angled his dick down, bringing the fat head to rest against the ring of muscle securing my pussy.
"I was close enough to see the beautiful blue of your eyes and smell your perfume, but you stared straight past me."
I couldn’t imagine missing him, couldn’t imagine any woman walking past him and not noticing him. "Where were you?"
He took a moment to answer, his lips and tongue occupied with coaxing my nipple to a hard point. "I was the dumb biker at the mailboxes, baby."
"You’re not dumb." I closed my eyes, chastising myself for complimenting him. He had no right to my good opinion. He was my captor, holding me down on the bed, making me wet…making me want him even though I shouldn't.
Feeling the tentative push of his cock at my gate, I arched, moaning and parting my thighs a little wider. A roll of his hips forced just a fraction of the tip into me.
"You walk around telling yourself that if you don’t notice anyone, they won’t notice you. You’re wrong, baby, so wrong." His cock slid up, the head of the shaft soaked with my juices as he ran it over my clit. "It gave me time to look, to wonder what it would be like to press you up against the wall, pull your panties down. I wanted to tie you up and fuck you before you ever walked through that apartment door."
I closed my eyes, the need to cry filling them with unshed tears. He was lying, conning me when he didn’t need to. I wanted him in me, wanted his powerful cock and strong body to possess me.
"You don’t believe me, beautiful, even when you’ve had my cock hard for the last hour?"
His incredulity sounded real, adding to my hurt and confusion. Letting go of my wrists, he grabbed my hips, pushing me up as he slid down.
"Tell me you want me."
I shook my head, my response invisible in the shadows that filled the room.
His tongue parted my plump labia, licked up and down my slit. I was drenched, swollen, feeling even the lightest brush of his evening beard against my thighs or his callused hands on my hips. His tongue entered me long and thick. A slurping kiss of my pussy followed its penetration.
"I can taste the truth on you, Garnet, feel it in your pulse and the way your hips seek me out."
His movements suddenly rough, Dean flipped me onto my stomach. He rubbed my juices all along my pussy, up over my perineum and across the tight quiver of my ass. The pad of his thumb pressed at it as a triangle of his fingers sank deep into my sheath.
The tip of his thumb pushed into me. I cried out, jerking, my pussy tightening around his fingers.
"Such a tight piece of heaven," he murmured. "How’s my cock going to fit into it?"
Fuck, I wanted to find out, wanted to feel him stretching me. My hips bucked, the reaction accompanied by a soft mewling moan that quickly turned into a keening cry for him to continue.
His fingers flexed inside me, twisted, flexed again. "Do you accept my cock, Garnet?"
I bit my lip, refusing to answer. How could I? I couldn't believe him, not really—and what would my agreement reveal about me?
Take me, screamed inside my head. Don’t ask, fucking take me.
Something hard slammed against the bedroom door, the wood caving in at its center. Before I could react, Dean rolled away, the sound of metal scraping across wood audible as he scooped up the pistol.
With an incredible strength, he jerked on the frame and pulled it away from the wall.
"Get behind the bed, now!"
