Chapter 18
Drayton
I reached up, holding to Marian’s face. I wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not.
A part of me knew she couldn’t be telling the truth.
Bastian would have known. His men would have told him at the first sign of a suitor being around.
Not to mention, her parents would have had Elliot watching her like a hawk.
It would have been impossible. But what if they all missed someone?
Multiple people over the years? I trusted no one, and the jealous, possessive bastard inside who loved her, who hated her, couldn’t help but take the bait.
“What are you waiting for, Drayton? You’re so impatient to put me in my place.
Look at you looming over me like you’re going to do something about it.
Go ahead; I’m waiting. You wanted me undressed.
Rape me into submission. That’s been your plan from the start.
Show me who holds the control here—Who makes the rules. ”
“I’m going to show you so much more than that.
You keep goading me and trying to call my bluff.
This is one time you’re going to wish you kept that smart ass mouth shut.
” I grabbed her throat and the back of her knee, spinning her so I could settle between her legs.
The speed took Marian by surprise. Her panic had her bucking against me as I used my weight to pin her down.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t rape you? Why would I have to? You’re going to be begging me for it.”
I had her hands cuffed and my pants unfastened within seconds. I leveled my hard cock at her entrance. At the wetness that met me, I kept still, watching her fear grow as I traced my tip over her opening. Tighter, I used my other hand to squeeze to her throat.
“You’re so fucking wet. Tell me about these other men.”
“Fuck you.”
She tried twisting, but that only nudged me deeper into her entrance. Marian gasped, making a loud sound as I didn’t ease out. I stayed still, loosening my hold, waiting to see if she’d move to get me back out of her. She didn’t.
“Did they make you feel good? Did they fill my pussy up with their big cocks?”
“They did. So many—”
Her voice was cut off as I fastened harder on her throat. I pulled out, giving it a few seconds before my grip eased. “Did they come in what was mine too?”
“Do you even have to ask? I begged for it.”
“Bitch.”
“What do you expect? Get off me if you don’t want the answer.”
Again, she thrashed, bringing me back inside of her. She cried out, but the moan that sounded only had her arching and trying to sink further down my length. I bit down hard at the pleasure, doing everything I could not to surge forward. I should. I should hurt her like she hurt me.
“Last chance.” I eased out, not able to resist shifting so I could tease her as I continued to hold to her throat. “How many?”
Marian was breathing deeply through her mouth, not able to stop herself from rocking against the circles I started making over her clit. For minutes I tortured her with the pad of my thumb. Marian’s lids were heavy, and she was so wet and swollen.
“Your legs are trembling. You say you begged for their cum. I want you to beg me too. You’ve done it before. Do it again, Marian. Beg for my cock. Beg me like the whore you’ve made yourself into.”
“I hate you.”
“I assure you, I hate you more. Enough with this bullshit. Answer the first question. How many men?”
“Drayton—” She pulled against the cuffs, trying to turn. The sensation had me stretching her and easing in enough to cause her to cry out. Her body spasmed, and her pussy clenched around the head of my cock so powerfully that it nearly had me coming on the spot.
“Just say you’re a fucking liar. You haven’t been with anyone. Admit it.”
“Never.” Her face was red, and embarrassment was setting in as she came down from her orgasm. “Do you hear me? Never!”
“Then tell me you want me to continue because you’re a dirty fucking whore. You choose. Liar or whore?”
“I’m a whore. A proud, dirty, cum-guzzling fucking whore.”
“Liar. But I’ll make you my whore.”
I withdrew, stretching her even more as I inched inside. Marian shook her head as a deep moan filled the space. “No. I’m a liar. I’m a liar.”
“I know. You’re still going to be my whore. You like this. We’ve barely started, and you’ve already come on my cock.”
“My eyes are closed. It’s not your cock I’m imagining. Keep going. Maybe this could be good for something.”
“That mouth. Cum-guzzling is going to be right. You just wait.” I held back to her throat, lowering the top of my body more on hers as I surged inside of her pussy.
Marian’s mouth flew open in pain, and she kicked out, only to lock her thighs on both sides of my hips.
Her eyes were so big with shock. “So quick you forget. You were so strong minutes ago.”
Tears raced down the sides of Marian’s face as she stared up at me.
Pleasure and pain morphed her features, and it was enough to have me cursing myself.
If I was right, which I was, that meant our first time was also her last time…
and here I was—No. Marian did this. She wanted it, and she deserved to feel my pain on some level.
“No more brave whore? Are we dropping that ruse now?”
“Stop talking.”
“I don’t think so. Tell me more lies, doll.” I withdrew, keeping my thrusts slow. “Multiple men too. That’s what you said. Is that a fantasy? Maybe I’ll call Quinn—"
“You wouldn’t dare. Drayton—"
I slammed into her hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my head and running my nose along her cheek.
My hips rotated, driving me deep enough to have Marian gasp through her cries.
I let my lips make a path towards her ear and nearly came as she angled to take me deeper.
My thrusts stayed steady, but I was barely holding on.
Sure, I had been with other women, but not for years.
Sex with random strangers wasn’t appealing.
Not when all I could see was her. Her. Her…
“I’m never going to be able to believe anything you say. Why would you lie about something like that? Why say you were with other people?”
My words had her crying harder as she turned to face me.
“You act like my answer would have manifested a different outcome. This was going to happen eventually. It had to play out this way, and we both know it. I called you a rapist. Now you’re coming the closest you can to being one without brutally raping me. Are you happy?”
“Not even close. Analyze me like your mother would have; I don’t give a shit. What you’re neglecting to remember is, I own you. You lied, and now you have to face the consequences for that. This is me using what I own.”
“Fuck your consequences. I wish it was the truth. I wish I was with a million men. Anyone but you. Bastian was right. This is all you ever wanted. I never knew you at all.”
Just hearing his name left the rage coming back.
I slammed into her harder. Faster. The twisted emotions within me morphed leaving me crazed to pound out the insanity.
But her reactions only added to them. Marian wasn’t pretending not to like it.
She was licking her lips, continuously getting louder with pleasure as if this was exactly what she’d been waiting for.
Faster, she began to rock under me. Marian’s head went back and forth, and all I could see was her face giving into the pleasure.
I couldn’t think. I drove down, crushing my lips into hers, waiting for her to prove me wrong and fight back.
Waiting for her to bite my lip or worse.
The tongue that thrust into my mouth blanked out my entire mind.
I met it with a desperation that matched my need to spill blood, and I couldn’t stop.
I kissed her deeper, reaching up to cup her breast and tease over her nipple.
She broke away enough to cry out. “I hate you for what you’re doing.”
“And I hate you for what you’ve done.”
Our mouths met each other again, but this time there was anger mixed in. My thrusts were savage. Even my squeeze to her nipple increased in pressure. The act had Marian’s hips moving faster underneath me.
“My whore likes this.”
“No.” Her head shook.
“Liar. You fucking love it. Maybe not how it started but look at you now.”
“Shut up. Just…” Her head lifted as she tried to get back to my mouth to kiss me.
“Admit it.”
“Drayton.”
“Admit you like this. Maybe not how it started, but right now, you can’t get enough of my cock.”
“Stop. Just…please.”
“There’s my begging. Say yes.”
Marian’s arms pulled at the cuffs. Where I should have come because of the sensations in my cock, it was her sudden spasms combined with her need to hold me that did me in.
“Yes. Drayton, yes!”
Cum shot from me so hard, all I could focus on was how her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me inside her so I couldn’t pull out. It almost felt like she was giving herself to me. As if… she was finally truly mine.
“Fuck. Marian.”
“Don’t stop yet.”
Her legs held to me tighter as I pushed in deep, still jolting through my own release.
More sounds were leaving her, and I felt myself soften as I watched her body seem to melt into the bed.
Her eyes were closed, and a smile gently pulled at her lips.
Red hair was haloed out around her, and it did just what it was meant to do.
My chest grew tight, and I forced myself back.
Back from her. Back to reality. This wasn’t a lovemaking match.
It wasn’t supposed to be passionate or even good.
I rocked myself back on my knees, nearly cursing at the small tinge of blood.
“Are you on birth control?”
Light eyes met mine. Her lips parted as she seemed to put it together.
“No. I… haven’t had a reason to be.”
“Finally, the truth. Good. The faster you can give me an heir, the faster we can bypass having to do this again.”