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When I do, his growl is guttural. “Look at that perfect little cunt. Spread your thighs for me,” he demands.
I hesitate, my body stiffening in protest. “I...I can’t,” I stammer.
Ash’s gaze hardens, but I glare back, defiance fuelling me.
“No,” I state, more firmly this time. I won’t lie down and let this criminal do as he pleases. I ignore the icy fear coursing through me, the sharp coldness of the knife, and the predatory look in his eyes. I gather my dignity, pull the blanket around me, and firmly say, “I won’t do as I’m told.”
With a smirk, he peels off his drenched clothing. “You will once I get you hot and bothered.” The wet garments are tossed casually upfront, leaving him as exposed as I am. His body is a well-hewn sculpture of muscle and ink, gleaming in the faint light.
“Lie down, starlight,” he directs, his voice a gruff command that echoes in the confined space. His eyes, as dark and stormy as the tempest outside, never leave mine as I slowly recline onto the makeshift bed.
He lies down next to me and forces me onto my side, facing him. His cock, hard and pulsing, presses against my pussy. The cold of the metal piercing is evident as it rests against my heated clit. The warmth of his cock paints a stark contrast against the cold, damp air around us.
His eyes, like two nuggets of coal, watch my reaction intently, the flickering shadows playing in their depths as he awaits my response.
With a cocky grin, Ash leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I bet you’re soaking wet right now,” he purrs.
His fingers, rough yet deliberate, trace a path down my thigh, his touch igniting a trail of heat in its wake. “Aren’t you?” His voice holds a challenge, his dark eyes gleaming.
“No,” I spit out, hating how wrong this situation is. I’m so turned on, it’s fucked up.
“Don’t lie,” he murmurs, thrusting forward so his cock slides between my thighs. And then he groans. “Soaking fucking wet. Your juice is coating my dick.” He starts to slide against me, making me moan.
He grinds his stiff dick against my sensitive clit, rubbing it with the cold piercing, the friction creating a delicious pleasure. “Moan for me,” he commands, his voice a heady mix of lust and assertiveness. There’s a possessive gleam in his eyes, a raw hunger that has me responding before I can help it.
Each slip of his cock against my clit has me gasping. The pleasure builds, radiating in hot, pulsing waves. His hand steadies my hips, his movements firm and strategic, coaxing me to the edge of pleasure. The tight space in the back of the car fills with our heavy breaths and gasping moans, adding to the symphony of the chaos outside belting against the car.
“Ash,” I breathe.
Hearing his name on my breath makes him growl. “You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you, Lila?” he whispers.
His movements don’t temper, the ring in his cock grinding against my clit, forcing me to fill the space with gasping moans. His dark, smoky eyes reflect a perverse satisfaction and an intoxicating dominance that both scares and excites me. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes.
His hand brushes strands of hair from my face, his gaze intense, predatory. “If it weren’t for this goddamn rain,” hebegins, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I would chase you through these woods.”
The thought sends a jolt of arousal through me. “I’d hunt you down, wearing a mask, and take you on the forest floor. Even if you scream no.” His eyes gleam wickedly at the idea. “I want you to scream ‘no,’ Lila,” he growls. “I would love it if you resisted while I slammed every inch deep inside you.” He pulls me closer, pressing his lips against my neck, his hips still moving as if he’s fucking me.
The fantasy he’s weaving is wrong on so many levels... Yet, the arousal it stirs within me is undeniable. The rhythm increases each stroke as unyielding and deliberate as the last. The friction causes sparks of pleasure to ripple through me. And then, without warning, my orgasm crashes over me so powerfully that it takes my breath away.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmurs. “Coming undone for me while I tell you my darkest desires. They’re such a turn-on, aren’t they?” His voice is husky. “Perhaps you enjoy the fantasy of me taking you against your will?” A low moan of pleasure escapes him as he continues to grind against me. “Can you feel how hard you make me? How much I want to be inside you? This is all because of you. All for you.”
His words are punctuated with his cock ring rubbing relentlessly against my sensitive nub. His hand sneaks up to teasingly pinch a nipple, and I gasp, arching against him.
The sinful confession and his ministrations cause another orgasm to rip through me. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. And I can’t think right now about what that means about me and my mental state.
His laughter, raw and filled with lust, fills the confined space. “My dirty starlight wants to be raped, don’t you?” he growls. “And I can’t wait to explore your dirty fantasies more.”
With a final, forceful thrust, he comes, his hot cum spilling onto my pussy. The intensity of the moment leaves us both spent, our breaths ragged, my body shuddering in the aftermath of two orgasms that were more powerful and consuming than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Suddenly, the aftershocks of pleasure give way to shame. It seeps into my consciousness like a chilling fog, causing a lump in my throat. I attempt to wriggle out of his possessive hold, but he anticipates my move.
He tightens his grip around me. “Shhh, Lila,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re right here, with me. My starlight.” His words are laced with an unhinged tenderness I didn’t know he possessed.
Despite the madness of the situation, I let him hold me. I find myself falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, a strange lullaby that’s as soothing as it is terrifying.
The car’s roof takes a beating from the relentless rain outside, the sound becoming a constant echo in my dazed state. I close my eyes and let the darkness take me.
7
