25. Anna
CHAPTER 25
Anna
M y pussy throbbed. Pulsing with fervor and desire. Behind my trembling breasts, my heart raced—fear coursing through my veins. I buzzed with need as he tore the dress from my skin. My nipples puckered, the musty air chilled my sweat slicked skin. Reign pressed his pelvis against me, the erection pulsing, ready to break free of his dark jeans.
“You look like a fucking dream.” His breath made goosebumps trickle down my exposed skin. His fingers tore at the tights I wore until they too, lay tattered on the floor. “I can’t wait to taste your innocence after I take it.”
Of its own accord, my pelvis moved. Thrusting against his erection with a needy splash of wetness. Leaking down my inner thighs, my body sobbed for him. Begged for him. A moan escaped my lips as his hands made quick work of the bra. His hot mouth closed around my taught nipple and pulled on it until I screamed.
The sound echoed through the empty building. No one was here to save me. No one was here to stop him from taking me .
“Fuck, you’re delectable.” His tongue licked across my nipples as though he were kissing my mouth. The sensation was new to me and sent a hurricane that started in my heart and crashed through the rest of me with each stroke of his tongue.
Reign stripped his hoodie and t-shirt off, leaving his bare skin against mine. The heat from him scorched through my body as my nipples scraped across his clean shaven chest. The metal teeth of his zipper ricocheted in my ears as he freed the enormous cock that I hadn’t stopped thinking about since that night.
Once unveiled, his dick sprang free, warm and hard against my bare belly. Peeling my panties off, he let them fall to the ground. Reign took my leg and hoisted me up to balance me between the door of the stairwell and him. He fisted his cock and kissed me ferociously. Blood seeped out from my lip as he bit me with such force my vision swam.
“Do you have,” I stuttered through the searing pain in my lip, “protection?”
“No.” He ground out as he ran the head of his cock through my wet pussy lips. The sound it made sent more liquid pooling out of me. “And you’ll need to get on birth control.” Just the head alone threatened to tear me in half with its size.
He had the aroma of the ocean. As if the salty breeze clung to him the same way I did. A gentle content washed over me in a calming wave. Reign was who I wanted to do this with. My body knew it, and my mind was finally catching up. Terrified as I was, I knew the cure would be the release only he could give me.
Reign positioned himself against me and slowly eased himself inside of me with a sound that turned me into butter on a hot skillet. The way pleasure gleamed from him had me rolling my hips against his pelvis as pain surged through every wall of my being. The agony only subsided when he stilled, allowing me but a second to adjust to his size before he pounded into me with such violence I could feel it in my core.
My lower back slammed against the door with brutal force as each deepening thrust pushed him further against me. Every ridge and vein of his dick elicited endless waves of pleasure from me. I clawed his back as a voice I didn’t recognize screamed out for him. A coiled-up tightness landed in my core, waiting to explode.
“Goddamn,” Reign’s breathy voice touched my ears as he nipped at the lobe. “You feel so fucking good. I want to baptize myself in your innocence.” My pussy twitched at his words.
“Reign,” I let out a whine. My tone begged him for something I wasn’t sure how to ask for. “God, it hurts.” Juices squeezed out between our bodies as his cock filled me to the hilt. My swollen clit ground against his pelvis, dusted with a light layer of hair. “I need,” my voice trailed off as his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss.
“You wanna come, my little vixen?” His fingers reached between us and pinched at my swollen clit. The hardened bundle of nerves pulsed, sending earthquake-like quivers through my body. I cried out. “You wanna come around my dick before I fill your tight little cunt with my cum?”
Drool pooled at the sides of my mouth. His tongue caught the excess as I bobbed my head violently, needing the release he promised. “God, yes.”
“I’m the only God you answer to now.” He plowed into me, stuffing me so full I could practically feel it coming out of my throat. “Beg for it, sweet girl. Beg me to give you the fiery release your desperate pussy needs.”
“I need,” I started, as burning pain shook my core. I was so impossibly full. He spread my thighs around him, and my lower back bruised under Reign’s powerful grip and the door he fucked me against. “I need you to make me come.”
The words leaving my lips were saturated with arousal as he buried himself inside of me so deeply, using his fingers to flick my clit back and forth in the most deliciously smooth movement.
I came like lightning cracking across the sky. The electric feeling flowed through, leaving me a shaking mess as Reign groaned against me, riding out my orgasm until it was painful. The feel of his fingers on my pussy made me twitch in endless waves.
“Fuck, you’re going to taste amazing on my tongue.” He brought his fingers up to his mouth. The darkness stole most of my sight, but the smell of blood was unmistakable. He sucked the digit between his lips as the whites of his eyes flashed in ecstasy. “Your purity is bliss on my tastebuds.”
His thick cock stiffened in me as the first hot spurts of his release painted my insides in endless ropes.
His cum poured into me, pulling a grunt from his lips. His mouth closed around my neck in a painful bite. I cried out and struggled against him, desperate to release the agony that rushed through my veins as he broke through flesh.
“Reign.” Tears pricked my vision. Refusing to wait, they spilled down my cheeks. “Please, Reign, you’re hurting me.” Wetness trickled down the side of my neck, pooling in my collarbones, and I clawed his back harder.
He pulled the sensitive torn flesh before letting it snap back with a pop. His darkened gaze met mine as he licked my tears, never breaking eye contact.
“I love the way your fear tastes,” he snarled against my cheek.
The odd sensation of him pulling out of me tore my attention away from the white-hot pain on the side of my neck .
“Put your panties back on.” The demand was gruff as he gently slid my legs down his.
I could barely stand, forcing me to lean on him for support. He was unmoving as I hastily dressed.
“My clothes.” I could barely make out the torn fabric on the floor. I shuddered at the thought of my bare skin being exposed to the nippy winter wind. “It’s so cold outside.” More tears streamed down my face as reality became crystal clear.
My pussy was full of his cum. The man who admitted he was going to take me and then did. My innocence flowed out of me in tune with my tears. I wasn’t the pure girl my Father always imagined I would be.
“Anna,” my name on his lips ripped me out of those thoughts. He shoved his black sweatshirt over me and was dressed in the black tee. “It’s time to go home.”
Shit, Emma!
They must’ve been worried sick. “No,” the word came out aggressively, and his blue eyes turned stormy in the already inky black hall. Nothing but the red exit sign a few floors up lit his features. “I came with friends. They’ll be worried if I don’t show.”
“You came with me, vixen.” My thighs clenched at his words. “You can text your friend later. You belong to me.” His word was matter of fact and final as he led me out of the building and to the same garage Chase parked in.
I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to go home with him. My body screamed yes, but my mind was apprehensive.
“Get in, or I’ll toss your sweet ass in the trunk,” he sneered.
My heart stopped in my chest, breathing hitched as I fought the panic attack that threatened my body. I couldn’t get in the trunk. I couldn’t be shrouded in the darkness. Vomit tickled my esophagus, and my eyes darted around for Chase’s car. Nowhere to be found. Nothing but the empty lot around us.
Shrouded in silence with nothing but the haunting moan of the road beneath me. Flashbacks flicked through my mind terrorizing me, freezing me in place. I violently shook my head chasing away the reverie that threatened to steal my composure. I surrendered, afraid of being thrown into the unforgiving dark of the trunk.
Afraid of Reign.
Leading me to the nicest car I'd ever seen, I slid into the passenger seat. Reign buckled me in, and I watched the transaction from outside my soul.
“Where are you taking me, Reign?” The words felt like knives coming out of my throat.
“Home.”
I felt around for my phone. “I don’t have my phone.” My heart leapt in panic.
He dug into his back pocket and brandished the iPhone in question. “You’re so blissfully unaware, my sweet little piece of heaven. You should be more careful.”
The street lights illuminated his features as a devious sneer spread across his face. Like a tragic scene you couldn’t tear your eyes from, he drew me in. And I was sure there’d be no escaping alive.