Chapter Six
H is fingers slipped the light fabric of my thong aside as he traced my ass crack downward, skimming over my pussy, making me whimper with need. He groaned as he plunged a finger deep into my vagina, causing me to gasp in shock.
“So fucking wet,” he hissed in my ear. “I knew you loved it.”
Without a word, he picked me up, carrying me across the living room toward his bedroom. His shoulder pushed the door open, and he threw me onto the bed so hard I bounced when I hit the mattress.
“Spread those legs for me,” he commanded, standing at the foot of the bed, his cock at full attention again.
I shuddered. I was exhausted from his attack on my throat. Could I really take what he had in store for my pussy?
“I’m going to be all you think about. All you ever think about again. You’re going to see me in your dreams… your nightmares.” A sly smirk crept across his face, and his eyes flickered with something that sent a chill up my spine. “Consider this my revenge for what you did to me. Making me fucking obsessed with you. You’re all I ever thought about. All I ever think about. And now, I’m finally taking what’s mine.”
He came toward me, snarling, like a predator closing in on its prey. I shut my eyes, terrified.
“Eyes on me, little girl,” he demanded. “I want to see the terror on your face when I fill you up. When you realize you can barely take me.” His lips curved into a cruel smile. “I want to see those beautiful eyes well up with tears when you beg me to stop.”
A chill ran down my spine as he spat on his hand, rubbing the wetness all over his cock. He gave my body a final, possessive once-over, a satisfied smirk on his sick face, and he thrust into me with a force so hard my body convulsed.
“Oh my god!” I cried out.
His evil grin spread further as he heard my cries of pain, which slowly gave way to an intense pleasure. I moaned and whimpered as his cock pumped in and out of my pussy.
“So fucking good,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking tight.” My pussy throbbed around him, making him harder than I thought possible.
“Ugh, fuck,” he groaned as he continued his relentless thrusts, quickening his pace even more. His hands glided over my curves, squeezing my breasts, pressing them together, and letting them fall back, bouncing gently. His expression was one of awe as he took in my body. He squeezed his eyes shut in ecstasy as he fucked me harder.
He opened his eyes, his gaze dark and intense as his hands trailed down to find me trembling beneath his touch. He played with my clit, his skilled fingers drawing soft gasps from my lips. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, the fullness overwhelming, the connection between us deepening with every movement, bringing me closer to a point I could hardly endure. A pulse of heat spread inside me, radiating from my core and spreading through my limbs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, dropping his head to my shoulder, fucking me even deeper as I gasped at the sensation.
I arched into him, desperate for more, my body betraying the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. I caught a fleeting glimpse of my reflection in his mirror. The sight of my flushed skin, my lips parted in pleasure, struck a chord of regret. This was wrong, wasn’t it? But I couldn’t deny it—I was enjoying it, really, really enjoying it. The fullness, the pain that throbbed when he plunged deep excited me more than anything I’d ever known.
What the hell was wrong with me?
A dark shift crossed his features as if he sensed my thoughts drifting. His grip on my chin was firm, pulling my gaze back to him, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He continued to move within me, the rhythm relentless and precise, ensuring every inch of me was consumed by him.
“Look at me,” he growled, voice thick with possessive authority. “Don’t you dare get distracted. You keep thinking about me. MY cock inside you. Your tight little pussy is mine for the taking. You understand?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Yes, what?” he asked, his voice cold.
“Yes… Sir,” I added shakily.
His gaze softened slightly as he pulled out of me, his cock hard as ever, pulsing. He held it in his hand and whispered in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl.” He traced his finger along the front of my body, sending electric pulses through me.
“Are you… done?” I asked foolishly. My body ached for its release, but a part of me was so tired, so sore from his relentless fucking.
He chuckled darkly. “I’m just getting started, baby.”
In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my belly, my ass in the air. He straddled my legs with his muscular thighs so I couldn’t move an inch. His cock hovered over my ass in warning.
I whimpered as my mind raced through the possibilities of what he might try next. His thumb began to circle my tightest entrance, and I gasped.
“You like that, baby? Should I stick my cock in there?”
“Please, no…” I begged him. “I can’t. It won’t fit.” I shuddered at the thought.
He chuckled cruelly, and I felt his hot breath at my ear.
“Not tonight,” he responded, and a flicker of relief washed over me. “I need more of that tight pussy. I want to feel you from behind.”
He planted a quick kiss on my cheek, letting his tongue slither across my face, circling the edge of my ear, while his hand reached down, positioning himself at my entrance.
I moaned as I felt my body open up, taking him in, inch by inch. He pushed in slowly, torturously. My walls expanded to take him, pulsing as he drove his cock deeper. He was so thick, so big, the pain still intense as he stretched me with every thrust.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he murmured as he gripped my hips, pulling me up to my knees.
“Good fucking slut,” he purred as he plunged deeper. “My slut.”
I gasped as his cock drove deeper, a dull ache pulsing through me.
“Why are you so fucking big?” I panted, struggling to adjust to him.
His laugh was low and cruel as he bent close, his breath brushing my ear.
“I love that it hurts,” he murmured, his words cutting like a blade against my skin. “You need to be punished—for all those years you teased me.”
His hands gripped my hips hard, pulling me back as he plunged deeper still, a shrill scream ripping from my throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “Scream for me. I love the sound of your cries.”
I whimpered as he pounded into me, each thrust more intense than the last. From behind, his cock plunged impossibly deep, leaving me gasping, my breathing ragged. My body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations. He fucked me hard, over and over again. It was almost unbearable, yet—I didn’t want him to stop.
The sharp edge of pain faded, replaced by a rising tide of pleasure that left me breathless. His fingers reached around to play with my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My pussy clenched involuntarily as waves of ecstasy radiated from my clit, spreading all over my body like wildfire. I wanted to scream, to surrender fully to the moment—but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Instead, I bit hard into the pillow, muffling my cries as the waves pulsed through me.
“I can feel your body shaking,” he hissed in my ear. “Such a bad girl, you love every second of this. That’s what makes you my little slut.”
I blushed a deep crimson and thanked God he couldn’t see my face. Then, all of a sudden, he was up at the headboard again, pulling me toward him, onto his lap so my legs straddled his sides. His cock stood at attention, inches away from my opening.
His expression commanded attention as he took in my naked body, licking his lips.
“Now ride my cock. I want to see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”
“I can’t,” I whispered.
His brow rose in a silent question.
“It hurts. You’re so big… I need a break.”
I was spent after my own orgasm, taking his cock for what felt like hours.
He only chuckled, shaking his head, and my heart sank.
“You’re tired? Too bad. You’ll keep going till I’ve had my fill. And I’m not sure I’ll ever be done with you.”
My pulse raced, and I shut my eyes, forcing the tiredness away. There was no getting away from him. I positioned myself on top, ready to do as he said. I slowly lowered myself down his shaft, gasping as his cock filled me up, my pussy throbbing, aching. His eyes darted between the spot our bodies connected and my breasts, which had already begun to sway gently as I rode him.
He gripped my hips tight, growling as his fingers dug into my flesh. I whimpered in pain as he smacked my ass with one hand, another reaching up to cup my breast.
“Bounce on it,” he instructed. “Go faster. I want that cock buried deep inside you, to see those tits shake like crazy.”
I took a deep breath as I quickened my pace, moaning and whimpering as I rode him. My thighs straddled him tight, my pussy clenching his cock, feeling like it was going to cut off his circulation. His hips met mine in tandem thrusts, his breathing rapid as he groaned. My breasts were wild now, bouncing up and down uncontrollably, making me ache. I knew he’d almost come when he suddenly pulled out of me, rising to his knees, holding the base of his cock tight.
“Get down. On your back like a good slut,” he instructed.
I scrambled up to the headboard, lying down, my eyes looking up as he approached me on his knees, cock in hand. He jerked it slowly while his eyes roamed my body. He smacked my left breast with his cock, pinching my nipple with his finger.
“Ow!” I yelled out, but he only smirked.
“Fucking beautiful body. Perfect big tits, this tiny waist.”
His hands cupped my breasts on either side as he slid his cock between them.
“Stick your tongue out, lick my head while I’m fucking your tits,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.
I opened my mouth, my tongue reaching for the head of his cock. I swirled it slowly, savoring the way his sharp intake of breath made my skin prickle. His head fell back, a low groan spilling from his lips.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he murmured, releasing my breasts to press his thumb on my chin, forcing my mouth open wider.
Not again .
A wave of uncertainty rippled through me.
“You’re going to swallow my cum,” he ordered, positioning himself at my lips. His cock throbbed against my tongue, and with a guttural moan, he spilled into my mouth.
“Fuucck, such a good girl,” he praised, his voice laced with pleasure. His liquid slid down my throat—thick and salty, a strange taste that sent a fierce ache toward my pussy, even as I gagged.
“Drain every last drop,” he instructed. “Lick the rest off my shaft. Clean me up.”
I obeyed, my tongue trailing down his length. Despite my shame, my resistance, I took him in, the taste lingering—too much, too intimate. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat burning my cheeks.
“Show me you swallowed it all,” he demanded.
Reluctantly, I parted my lips, pulse hammering. His expression darkened—a smug smile curving at his lips.
“That’s my good little slut.”
He collapsed onto the pillow beside me, his chest heaving. Reaching for my hand, he pulled it toward him, drawing me across his body until I was curled up beside him. He bent his head, his fingers brushing my chin as he lifted my face to his, his gaze locking onto mine.
“You,” he rumbled, “are the most perfect thing I have ever encountered. I’m never letting you get away.”
He pulled me in tighter, his fingers tangling through my hair. He breathed me in, taking in my scent, and I did the same—a faint hint of soap and pine, clean but rugged.
My mind raced with questions, but I couldn’t find the words. What could I possibly say to him? In that moment, I wanted to stay—wanted to linger in his arms, basking in the afterglow of that intense, all-consuming orgasm. But could I endure the brutality—the sheer force of his raw, unfiltered dominance?
Part of me already craved more, my mind shamefully conjuring visions of the next time I’d find myself under his control. Yet another part—the rational, self-preserving part—screamed at me to run. To leave and never look back. When I walked out of here, it had to be over. I’d get a fucking restraining order if I had to.
I sighed, the weight of it all pressing on me. My mind felt as stretched to its limits as my body had been. I couldn’t reconcile the war waging inside me. The betrayal of my body’s desire clashed with my desperate need to escape.
His voice came low in my ear, smooth and dangerous. “You better not be thinking about getting rid of me,” he warned. “You’re mine now. There’s nothing you can do to keep me away.”
A shiver ran through me, locking me in place as the weight of his words sank in. My mind flashed to the date I had planned tomorrow with Ryan. What would he think of the message Adrian had sent, posing as me? Where would we stand now?
I looked up at Adrian. That godly face, as handsome as it was terrifying. His steely blue eyes bore into mine, searching. How could he be so sure about me? So obsessed since that first day we locked eyes? It was suffocating yet thrilling.
And his lips. Full and shapely. Too beautiful for someone so cruel.
Would I get to feel them on me soon? On my lips… in other places?
As if reading my mind, he reached for me—one hand tangling in my hair, the other brushing my jaw. His gaze burned with a smoldering mix of possession and something almost… tender.
“I was saving the best for last,” he murmured, leaning in, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, devouring me. Electricity surged through me as his kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth, claiming every part of me.
His fingers traced down my stomach, reaching my thighs, spreading me open.
“I need to taste you,” he growled, trailing kisses lower until he settled between my legs. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers slipping inside me. “Like a flower in bloom.”
His warm mouth met my clit, and my back arched instinctively as his tongue circled me, flicking my clit with expert precision. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy while his tongue worked me with an unrelenting intensity that left me breathless.
I was so close, the intensity of everything we’d done fresh in my mind, the thought of his hot release spilling into my mouth pushing me over the edge. My thighs clenched around him as I came, the sensation shuddering through me, leaving me gasping for air.
“Oh fuck, Adrian!” I cried out, unrestrained, my voice echoing in the charged air between us. This time, I didn’t hold back—I wanted him to know exactly what he did to me.
Before I could recover, he flipped me over effortlessly, spreading my ass cheeks apart. His tongue began to explore, teasing and flicking against a place I’d never even been touched before. My body jolted at the unfamiliar sensation, pleasure rippling through me even as embarrassment burned in my chest.
“Not there,” I mumbled, my voice shaky.
But he didn’t stop. His tongue worked me slowly, deliberately, sending unfamiliar waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes,” he hissed, his voice rough. “I own you. And this ass is mine to do whatever I want with.”
He pulled back for a moment, letting his finger circle my asshole, pushing it in slowly. He moaned, mesmerized as he watched it slide in and out.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Like a perfect pink rosebud.”
I buried my head into the pillow, torn between shame and the undeniable pull of desire.
“Get used to it, baby,” he whispered against me. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this ass forever. Next time, it won’t be my finger—it’ll be my cock, deep inside of you.”
He exhaled slowly. “You won’t be able to take all of me… not at first. But I’ll love watching you try for me, princess.”
His promise sent a shiver through me, a tremor that began deep in my core, spreading through every inch of my skin. It wasn’t just the words—it was the weight behind them. The dark, magnetic force in his voice wrapped around me, stirring something primal I didn’t know existed. A thrill edged with a deep, pulsing fear, a fear that both terrified and excited me all at once. He meant every word. I could feel it in the heat of his gaze, the steady pressure of his presence, commanding and unyielding.
I was at a crossroads, the decision hanging in the air between us like a breath held too long. Would I surrender, come back for more of his intoxicating pull? Would I allow him to take me in every filthy, unapologetic way he wanted? Or, could I walk away, shut the door on this, and hold on to the last pieces of control I had? A sharp pang of uncertainty gripped me. Would he truly let me go, or would he be as relentless as he was today, not taking no for an answer, pushing my limits in ways that both terrified and thrilled me?
We fell asleep side by side, his arm draped possessively over my waist. His steady, deep breathing soothed me, and for the first time in weeks, I slept deeply.
When dawn crept in, I woke before him, catching his sharp, striking features softened by the early light. His expression, so often intense—angry, even—was peaceful now, almost vulnerable. For a fleeting moment, I let myself study him, this man who could command and consume me so completely.
Quietly, I slipped from his bed, careful not to wake him. I felt the ache he’d left in me, a raw reminder of everything that had unfolded between us.
I needed space—space to think, to decide. Could I come back to him? If I did, I’d have to surrender fully—let him claim me until nothing was left that wasn’t his.
* * *
I stormed into the house, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. I wanted to scream, to rage… and, to my shame, to feel the ecstasy all over again. My steps were purposeful as I went to the sunroom, my art studio. The massive canvas lay there—a blank slate, untouched, waiting for me.
For weeks, inspiration had eluded me. But now, the need to create burned through me, scorching away the fog of doubt and hesitation.
Grabbing a brush, I plunged it into the bright red paint and slashed it across the canvas. The color bled violently, a desperate outpouring of everything tangled inside me. My brush moved faster, dragging textures, mixing hues. The chaos took form, layer by layer—a raw, unfiltered reflection of the emotions within.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as the memories of him overwhelmed me. His touch, his voice, the way he made me feel back then… and now. The intensity, the hunger, the moments I both loathed and craved.
How could I be drawn to him? How could I have enjoyed it? What kind of person did that make me?
My chest heaved as I stepped back, staring at the canvas.
It was… incredible.