Chapter 12 #3
When he was completely naked, he took a deep breath, stretching as he stood to his full height. Very slowly, he turned toward me. There was such an edge about the man, but some of the coldness he’d shown me had dissipated, his eyes now shimmering instead of being bricks of ice.
As he approached, a small part of me knew I should fight him again. Who wouldn’t in this situation?
But I didn’t.
He took his time crawling onto the bed behind me, acting as if he already owned me. His movements were gentle, his fingers tracing my spine in such a way I shivered. I did my best to break the hypnotic state, trying and failing to claw my way forward.
All he needed to do was wrap his long fingers around my hair, tugging me backward and I knew I was trapped.
Not only because there was no way he’d allow me to go anywhere, but also because I wanted him. God help me, I did.
Besides, there was really nothing I could do to stop him.
He was going to make good on another promise of fucking me.
My inner thighs were soaked from my juice, every synapse on fire. That’s what he did to me.
The feel of his hands as he gripped my hips, tugging me back several inches until my feet were hanging off the bed was infuriating.
Exciting.
Breathtaking.
When he rubbed his cock back and forth across my bruised and aching bottom, I did everything in my power to keep from whimpering. One thing was certain. The bastard didn’t deserve to know how aroused I’d become, my pussy clenching and releasing several times in some kind of sick anticipation.
“So beautiful. Even more than before.” His voice was deep, taking me into forbidden places in my mind.
“I still hate you.”
“Hate me all you want. That changes nothing.”
Sinclair said nothing more as he shoved the entire length of his cock past my swollen folds.
“Oh!” The exclamation rushed from my throat, my pulse racing.
I clenched the sheets, dropping my head and blinking just to try to focus.
To stay sane. Before the other day, it had been so long since I’d been with a man, several years of pretending that I didn’t need anyone. Now this. This asshole. This brute.
This…
This man who’d awakened me from the darkness with unbridled passion, allowing me to feel like a woman should. All the lurid thoughts I’d had about him swirled in my mind. I’d known we’d meet again. It had been inevitable.
I fought to maintain my dignity as he pulled out, slamming into me again.
And again.
The sensations were like bottle rockets, ripping into skin and bone.
Breathless, I kept my eyes closed.
My pussy muscles ached, stretching to accept his huge shaft.
I wanted nothing more than to shout to the world that I hated him, that I refused to accept the filthy and sadistic act he was performing, but I couldn’t.
I was at a loss for thoughts or words of any kind as he fucked me, the force he used shoving me against the bed.
My entire body vibrated from the adrenaline rush, his touch both enigmatic as well as devastating.
I would never be able to recover, couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror.
My reflection would tell no lies.
The dirty, primal experience was exhilarating, my blood pulsing. Why. Why. Why? Tiny whimpers escaped my mouth, my heart fluttering. Fucking stars were floating in front of my eyes, only they weren’t in their usual vibrant white light. They were infused with the most vivid colors of the rainbow.
Sapphire.
Emerald.
Ruby.
As if I’d been shoved into another plane of existence.
He was rough, refusing to accept anything less than all of me.
But the brutal passion was everything I’d craved and more.
Within seconds, my body’s reaction was yet another distinct betrayal as a climax rushed into my system. There was no holding back, no pretense of romance. There were only his savage needs as he pummeled into me.
No. There was also the most incredible pulse of bliss, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy.
Panting, every moan slipping from my mouth reeked of the passion we shared. Every movement of my body was an admittance of how much I craved this man.
Sinclair seemed to sense my near explosion, thrusting like a wild animal, digging his perfectly manicured nails into my sensitive flesh.
As the orgasm rushed through me, tickling every cell and muscle, I bit back a scream.
At least the first time.
Within seconds, another climax soared up from my toes, pushing me into euphoria. I threw my head back with a guttural bellow as my body reacted involuntarily, meeting every hard thrust. Skin slapping against skin.
Heart racing.
Goosebumps popping.
Everything about this was so very wrong, but no man had ever brought me this much pleasure.
Every sound he made was guttural, the deep growls intensifying with every brutal thrust.
There was no doubt he was close to coming, his breathing ragged, his pace quickening. I slapped my hands on the bed, arching my back and closing my eyes.
And in the next few seconds, he erupted, spilling his seed into my womb. At that very second, I made myself a promise, a commitment that I would honor no matter how long it took.
I would never surrender to his charm or his demands. He might force me to accept his brutal actions, but he would never get inside my mind under any circumstances.
I was much stronger than him and at some point, he would be forced to accept that I would never be his possession.
No matter what I had to do.