Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Paetyn
My eyes snap open, and my heart thunders in my chest. I open my mouth to speak, but only a puff of air escapes, followed by the realization that I’m fucked.
I want to tell him he’s insane, but the dampness between my thighs gives me away, calling me a liar. I would rather lose every ounce of air from my lungs before admitting he’s right. Hell, I don’t even know why my body is reacting to my kidnapper this way, but I’m helpless to stop it. At this point, it has a mind of its own, and apparently, that entails being turned on by being held captive.
Liam’s face appears in my mind, reminding me how wrong this is and why I shouldn’t be thinking about a stranger the way I am, but when he tightens his grip around my throat, the image disappears, replaced with burning desire deep in my core.
Goddamnit.
“I asked you a question,” he utters, his voice dangerously low. He drags his nose across my cheek, his warm breathing smothering my skin as he goes, before he pulls back to meet my gaze. The blue in his irises has darkened, reminding me of the Mariana Trench. With the intensity in which he is looking at me, it feels as though he’s holding me over the edge, ready to drown me with one shove.
“I don’t want you,” I manage to whisper, the words getting lost in the small space between us.
He grins, unfazed by my rejection. “I think you’re lying to me.”
I gasp when he presses his chest to mine, an obvious bulge present against my sensitive core. My eyes snap shut. I’m unable to look this man in the eye any longer. Shame washes over me like a tidal wave. I shouldn’t want this man, but my body is betraying me every step of the way, begging for this stranger to touch me, to put me out of my misery.
The more I try to tell myself I’m only reacting this way because I miss my fiancé’s touch, the more I’m starting to realize that maybe my body is reacting this way because the thought of being held captive and taken by a stranger, ignites a foreign emotion in me I didn’t know existed. I didn’t think I had a kink besides the usual step up from vanilla sex because Liam isn’t into that kind of stuff, but it seems this man has unlocked a hidden desire I didn’t know I possessed.
“I know you want me to touch you here.” He proves his point by dragging his free hand down my chest to rest on my hip. I shiver involuntarily under his touch, but I refuse to look at him.
He hums as he slides his hand up my waist to fiddle with the top button on my shirt. “And here.”
My eyes snap open when he uses his free hand to tear my shirt open, the buttons popping free and scattering across the floor. I stare wide-eyed at him, my heart hammering as the fabric falls open, revealing my black lace bra.
He grins at the sight and lowers his hand to the curve of my breast. “Did you wear this just for me, little bird?”
“N-no,” I manage to utter through the blood rushing in my ears and the thundering of my heart slamming against my rib cage.
“I think you did. You knew I was watching you.” His fingers skim over my sensitive flesh before tugging the cup down, freeing my right breast. I gasp at the cold air hitting my taut nipple. He lifts his eyes to meet mine, a storm brewing within them. “Tell me, did you think about me when you finger-fucked yourself a few days ago, hm? I heard every little sound that came from that sweet mouth.”
My back straightens against the wall, my vision blurring. Shit. He heard me? I thought I had been quiet enough that he wouldn’t hear me from wherever he was. But it seems he was listening the entire time.
My face burns at the realization.
His large hand cups my breast as his grip around my throat tightens. I fight back a moan at his warm skin against mine, the calluses on his hand brushing against my sensitive nipple.
“It took everything in me to not come in and give you the real deal, but I enjoyed listening to your soft cries and not-so-subtle moans.” He rolls his hips forward, brushing his erection over my inflamed core, knocking the air from my lungs. “In fact, I sat on the other side of that door and got myself off to the sound of you because I couldn’t help myself.”
I gasp, meeting his gaze. “You didn’t…”
He smirks as he palms my soft skin, and I force back the moan bubbling up in my throat. “I’m not the type of man who lies to get a reaction out of someone. Every word that comes from my mouth is the truth. So, yes, I did fuck my fist while you fingered your pussy, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around my cock instead.”
I swallow hard, unable to form a coherent thought. What’s happening right now with his hand around my throat and the other squeezing my breast, and his body pressed against mine while he says such filthy words is jamming every rational thought from reaching the forefront of my mind.
I’m helpless as I stand here, back pressed against the wall and his crotch rubbing mine. I open my mouth to speak, but no sound escapes, just a puff of defeat. My body screams at me to fight back and get this man away from me, but my body doesn’t want to cooperate. If anything, it’s fighting against my brain to give into his touch, desperate to fuel the fire licking at my sides and growing in my core.
This tug-of-war battle for dominance is slowly tearing me apart, but it’s a useless fight when my body arches into his touch, not giving a fuck about what my brain wants. The man grins down at me, palming my skin harder than before.
I know this is wrong, to want a man who kidnapped me, but it’s pointless to fight against my instinct to give into my desires.
He lowers his face to meet my gaze, his head tilted to the side. “What’s it going to be, little bird?”
My body vibrates with anticipation as I arch my back, pressing my chest to his. I’m unable to speak, so I’m letting my body speak for me. It seems he gets the hint because he releases my throat and breast to grab both of my hands in one of his, slamming them against the wall above my head.
“I fucking knew you were lying.” His other hand comes up to caress my cheek before dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want me to fuck you, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.”
Before I can utter a word, his free hand drops to the button of my jeans, popping it open with ease. His eyes stay on mine as his hand slips between my lace panties and inflamed skin. When his fingers find my soaked core, arousal ruining my underwear, he grins as his fingers drag between the folds.
All he fucking does is grin.
I throw my head back against the wall when he plunges two fingers inside, foregoing the foreplay. My hips roll forward, meeting his thrusts. Each time his thick fingers drag against my walls, bringing with it a wave of pleasure, I’m unable to stop the moans falling from my mouth.
I hate that I’m enjoying this because I know I shouldn’t, but the boat of rational thinking has long since left the dock, leaving me stranded and helpless.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, little bird,” he murmurs as he continues to pound his fingers into me, the rhythm almost punishing. “Your cunt is begging for more, and luckily for you, I’m in a giving mood right now.”
He removes his hand from me at lightning speed and releases his hold of my wrists. My heart hammers in my throat as he steps back, but only to give him space to shove my jeans down my legs. He gestures for me to step out of them.
When I’m essentially naked in front of him, save for my ruined shirt, tugged down bra, and underwear, he points to the bed. “Get on your knees for me. I want to see that ass.”
Jesus . His words are filthier than anything Liam has ever said to me, and somehow, it makes me wetter than I already am.
I exhale a soft sigh and do as instructed. My legs shake beneath me as I kneel on the bed. His presence behind me looms like an impending storm cloud ready to cause havoc. Anticipation gnaws at my side, sending jolts of electricity to my fingertips.
“I said, show me that ass, little bird.”
His hand on the back of neck forcing me forward until I’m on my hands startles a surprised gasp from my lips. With my ass in the air, he hums in admiration.
“So fucking round and perfect.” His hand comes down on my right cheek, and I moan in response. “And it’s all mine.”
I want to tell him that’s not true, but I’m momentarily distracted by him shoving my underwear down to my bent knees. He drops to his knees behind me as his hands roam over my backside, touching me as if he can’t get enough.
My forehead meets the sheets beneath me as I focus on my breathing and not the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. Every touch from this man has me seeing stars, my body reacting without hesitation. If I were to touch my skin where his hands have been, I would be burned because, right now, I feel like I’m on fire.
He drags a finger up between my thighs, circling my drenched clit. I groan into the mattress, unable to stop myself.
“You’re making a mess of yourself, little bird. So wet and needy.”
His lips make contact with my pussy, and I just about lose my vision. I grip the sheets and groan as his tongue slips between my folds, sucking and licking like a starved man out in the forest. His large hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he fucking devours me.
“Shit,” I hiss, my vision blurring as his tongue punches in and out of me. “God.”
“I can be your god,” he murmurs against my lips, the vibration sending another moan out of my throat. “All you have to do is ask.”
Just as his tongue slides between my folds again, his fingers digging painfully into my skin, he’s gone. I’m all but panting as I hear what sounds like a belt buckle being loosened behind me. I look over my shoulder to see him pulling his belt through the loops of his pants, dropping it haphazardly to the floor beside him.
My eyes widen when he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. Within seconds, his thick cock springs free. Angry veins circle the base like vines, the size of it intimidating. It’s by far the biggest I’ve ever seen.
“You like what you see, little bird?” he utters as he catches my gaze.
I swallow, unable to speak. How do I respond to something like that? No, I’m actually terrified of you putting that massive thing anywhere near me . But that’s not true. Yes, I like it.
He steps behind me, his hand grazing over the curve of my ass before slapping it with such force I nearly drop to my stomach. “I asked you a question.”
“Ye-yes,” I murmur, throat thick.
“Good girl.” His finger slides between my aching folds, gathering my arousal before using the same hand to pump his cock, all the while his gaze holds mine.
Goddamn.
Although he’s fully clothed, I can’t deny how sexy he is. This man is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen, his beauty unmatched. Just the sight of him watching me from behind messy strands of inky hair tightens the tension building in my core.
I gasp when the crown brushes against my entrance. My fingers grip the sheets tighter, partly to stop my arms from trembling but also to hold me in place as he nudges inside of me, inch by painfully slow inch.
“Fuck,” he groans as his hands find my hips, fingers digging into the raw skin again. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I’m breathless by the time he bottoms out, the size of him intruding and overwhelming. My body is vibrating as I adjust to his size, the fullness slowly morphing into pleasure.
His hand comes down on my ass, the sound echoing around the empty room. He pulls back, only to slam into me again. I gasp, having not expected him to do that and hold onto the sheets for dear life as he continues to draw back and slam into me at a rhythm that has my head spinning and my eyes rolling back into my head.
“That’s it,” he grunts as his grip on my hips tighten. “You take my cock so well.”
I respond with a moan as his thighs meet mine in a symphony of slaps. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back and my chest forward as he continues to drive into me, unrelenting. His grip isn’t tight enough to constrict my airways, but it’s enough that my vision blurs at the edges. It’s a pleasure I have never experienced before but something I find myself enjoying.
A deep, guttural groan falls from his lips the deeper he hits inside me, as if he can’t get enough and needs more. He strikes me as the type of man who is far from vanilla, possibly into some crazy shit, so he needs that something extra to get him off. What though, I’m not sure.
My palms are slick with sweat as he fucks me like a mad man, our breathing mixing in whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy. I’m unable to form a single sound that isn’t a moan, and profanities fall from his lips every so often, tightening the tension building in my core.
My lungs ache for air as he continues to hold my throat, and my legs and back are screaming at me to relieve the pressure he’s putting on them, but I don’t want this to end. The pleasure and desire coursing through every inch of my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Being with this man is intense and fucking crazy, but I crave more. Something, anything. Just more .
As if hearing my thoughts, he releases my throat and pulls out of me. A whine slips past my lips at his absence, but it doesn’t last long before he grabs my waist and flips me on my back. Our eyes clash in a fiery blaze as he stands above me, his breathing erratic. A light sheen of sweat covers the inky strands of hair and causes them to stick to his forehead.
My panties torn, it’s easy for him to grab my knees and force them apart, allowing him to step between them. Without tearing his eyes from me, he grabs the base of his cock and shoves into me. I throw my head back as another moan filters into the air.
The bed is high enough that it allows him the perfect angle to drive into me relentlessly. My tits bounce wildly with each thrust, and I struggle to force air into my lungs as my core tightens, chasing a release.
I wish he wasn’t clothed so I could see what’s hidden beneath. Having me naked and completely at his mercy while keeping his clothes on is likely his way of staying in control of the situation and keeping that distance between us. Because at the end of the day, this is just sex and nothing more. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself as his eyes roam over my body. His finger drags against my bottom lip, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “It’s a shame I don’t kiss and tell because I want to claim those fucking lips.”
Before I can ask what he means by that, he pulls out to the tip before slamming back into me, distracting me from my previous thoughts. The pressure building in my core is reaching a breaking point, and I’m about ready to lose my mind.
“Come for me, little bird,” he grunts, his voice dangerously low. “Now.”
And that’s all it takes for me to explode, the orgasm so intense my body trembles and my mind goes blank. A scream erupts from my throat as electricity races through my veins, and heat explodes in my core. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it feels like I’m dying, but I know that’s not the case. I’m very much alive, and he’s very much pounding into me like a mad man as I ride out the intensity.
Moments later, he growls before pulling out and spilling onto my stomach. I gasp as his hot seed coats my skin in a splatter of white.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes as he pumps his cock, working through his own orgasm.
Holy fuck, indeed .
“Oh, my God.” I’m at a loss for words as I stare at my stomach, the realization of what just happened slowly dawning on me. “Oh, my God .”
He releases a low breath as he stands to his full height, shoves his cock back into his pants, zips them, and smiles down at me. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to my feet.
My legs are wobbly as he guides me to the attached bathroom and sits me on the edge of the cold sink. I’m still in a daze as I watch him grab the hand towel and wipe my stomach clean, the gesture gentle after the beast I just saw.
“When this is all over, little bird, I will find you.”
My brows dip into a frown, and I open my mouth to ask what he means by that, but the words die on my tongue as I stare at him. Intense blue eyes gaze back at me, filled with the silence of a promise of making good on his words.
The thundering of my heart drowns out the blood rushing in my ears and the ice filling my veins.
What the hell have I just gotten myself into?