Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Sara
“ Y ou fucking asshole,” I tell him while my orgasm rips through me. This burning sensation for Adam didn’t happen overnight, I have always had this intense desire for him. For the last three years, he was all I could think about. We broke up as I thought that my rightful place was with someone my dad picked out. I also wanted to leave because Adam is unhinged. For Christ's sake, the man shot my future husband.
“You were saying?” he asks me with a smug grin plastered all over his face. My hands are still latched onto his shoulders. I scratch his shoulders, trying to harm him, but my attempt was pointless. Adam loves pain.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Fury. You are going to pay for that.” I am, and I want to. Maybe this momentary lapse of judgment will give me enough bliss so that when I escape, I can hold onto some memories of pleasure. Adam’s left hand goes to his zipper, and he frees his big dick. I don’t dare to look down, knowing this is going to hurt. With his dick out, he grabs my jaw and makes me look into his green eyes. He is mad.
“If you ever try to look away from me again, I will fuck your mouth with so much ferocity it’s going to hurt.” This psychopath is making me breathe even faster. His words are like poison, yet my body is still yearning for them.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” I say to him. I release my hands from his shoulders, and I try to smack him. To my disappointment, he grabs my right wrist and pins it above my head, while his other hand is still around my jaw.
“Fury, I wouldn’t even care if you got blisters into your mouth from sucking my cock.” The glee in his eyes confirming it. “On second thought. Do that now.” He releases my jaw and grabs my hair with a forceful tug. I look into his eyes and silently plead with him not to do anything.
“Adam, please, I don’t want to.” He smirks. Adam releases my wrist and trails his fingers over my collarbone.
“You might say no, but your body is saying yes. Come on, Fury, get down and suck my dick.” He pushes me onto the ground so I can kneel before him. I look up at him while he is still tugging my hair with his left hand. The glee in his eyes is replaced by a need to control me.
Fuck. Me.
Both of my hands trail along his legs up to his dick. I have two things I can do, either I suck his dick, or I can try to escape. The nerves are building up in my entire body, and I can’t stop shaking knowing I am afraid. Or something else? With Adam, I never knew. In a split second, I tug on his balls with my left hand while I punch his dick with my right fist. That seems to do the trick because Adam’s hand, which was in my hair, is coming up to his mouth. He bites down hard on his knuckles, likely to mask the agony he's in. I quickly stand up and push him to the ground. My sudden choice of actions must have caught him by surprise since he tumbles down onto the ground.
“Atta girl,” I hear him say. This is not good, beyond fucked up. When he says that it’s time for me to run. It’s time for me to face the consequences.
“You have ten seconds before I start running. And, Fury?” he asks me while standing up. I nod at him.
“Run.”