Chapter 12 #2
He pulled almost all the way out once again, the smile drifting across his face positively evil. He jerked my arms over my head, which forced me to squeeze my legs, fearful I’d fall.
“Mmm… You don’t need to worry. I’ve got you.” His words were dangerously dark, the tone leaving me breathless. He easily wrapped one hand around both my wrists, holding me in place. With his cock throbbing inside, there was no chance of escape.
The moment he pinched my nipples, twisting them painfully, I pressed my head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling while allowing a ragged moan.
He pulled out, teasing me by rubbing the tip across my stomach.
Only then did he drive his cock back into my wet heat, muttering something else in French.
I would enjoy hearing him speak and nothing else, but this… his savage actions were incredible.
“You’re so fucking hot and wet.”
“Uh-huh.” There was nothing else I could say, no words coming to mind. The feel of his thick cock was perfect.
He plunged into me again, holding me in place, allowing me to feel the hard pulsing of his shaft. I was hot, taking gasping breaths as he kissed the side of my neck.
I struggled in his hold, pulling and twisting my body even though I had no intention of going anywhere.
The rhythm he used was somewhere in between possessive and brutal, but I met every hard thrust, arching my back as much as the weighted heat of his body would allow.
Everything about him was sensual, including the way his full lips looked when he made guttural sounds.
I remained frozen, trying to get control of any aspect of my breathing while he fucked me.
I was enthralled, both of us out of breath.
The sensations coursing through me were powerfully electric, leaving my pulse racing even more than just a few moments before.
Even the sound of his hard fucking as our bodies molded together was sensational, adding to the filthy passion. This had to be a sin, but it was one that I would fantasize about for weeks, hell, maybe even months to come.
He rubbed his lips across mine before tilting back his head.
The smile on his face was something I would remember for a long time.
He pinched my nipples again and while the pain was real, just as explosive as before, I was pushed closer to the moment of rapture.
My mystery savior seemed to sense it, whispering direct commands in my ear.
“Are you ready to come for me?” He slowed his actions, grinding against me, stealing every breath until I was almost suffocated.
That’s how amazing his cock felt.
“Uh-huh.” I squeezed my muscles, rewarded with a deep growl.
His hold was possessive, the man proving the point by shifting his fingers to my throat, squeezing until stars floated in front of my eyes.
If any other man had attempted something so brazen, I would have done everything in my power to knock him to the floor, calling the cops afterwards.
But with this brute of a man, I was spun out of control, in the heated moment with another blast of desire roaring through me.
“Then come, because I’m just getting started and I want you nice and wet.”
Even as dark and possibly twisted as his command, my body responded almost immediately. I could feel it in my toes first, the hard pulsing much like his cock was doing, throbbing to the point my pussy ached.
He thrust long and hard as I tried to hold back, but it was no use. The climax swept through me and I fisted my hands, straining against his hold while savoring every sweet moment of the amazing orgasm.
“Yes. Oh, God. Harder. Fuck me harder.” How had this evening turned into me being able to let go, to toss aside all the worry and fear?
I had no answers. All I knew was that I was thrown straight into pure, raw ecstasy.
Kendrick refused to stop, pushing me hard, moving faster. Every action was rough. His fingers digging into my wrists, his hand cupping and squeezing my breast. When he twisted my nipple once again, I was nearly spun out of control.
Gasping, I arched my back, struggling to breathe. The sensations were dazzling, white hot in a way I’d never experienced. I moved with him, the rush of adrenaline keeping me on edge.
Only when I started to come down from the intense high did he slow his actions.
I had no idea what else he had in mind, but as soon as he released his hold on my hands, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
Clinging to him.
Squeezing my legs against him.
Lolling my head on his shoulder.
Maybe I was in a complete fog because it took me a few seconds to realize he was moving, taking me somewhere else. And I didn’t care where.
I only opened my eyes when I felt the cool ocean breeze kissing my heated skin. With my eyes still unfocused, I lifted my head, now staring at the soft waves rolling against the shore.
We were outside on the deck in the darkness, the warm light from inside creating a shimmering glow. He lowered me to my feet, turning me around slowly. I gripped the railing, enjoying the way he crowded my space with his massive body.
He said nothing, but the silence said volumes. He was right. I felt completely safe here with him. In his arms. The sound of the water was peaceful, the lights from South Beach twinkling in the distance. This was the perfect location and being outside was more than a little bit sinful.
It was positively filthy.
“Aren’t you worried we’re being watched?” I dared ask.
“I hope we are. Then the bastards will know what they are missing.” The gravelly sound of his voice was thrilling, sending chills through me. He was just as powerful as I’d thought, only in a quiet, more reserved way. “Besides, I do own you. If only for a few days.”
Where his words should trouble me, they had the opposite effect. Maybe a tiny part of me had hungered for a dominating man.
He pressed his cock into my aching bottom, shifting back and forth. When I arched my back, he laughed softly, biting down on my neck until I allowed a single moan to escape.
“You’re full of spice,” he muttered and slipped his cock against my swollen folds.
“What makes you say that?”
“It’s engrained in you and in everything you do.”
Little did he know I wasn’t like that at all.
I’d been the quiet one, the girl who enjoyed her privacy and her little house all alone.
That had made me happy for a very long time.
But this was something else entirely. In letting go with a complete stranger, I was allowing another side of me to see the light of day.
And the dark of night.
Even the intense command of his voice was thrilling, awakening me to everything I’d missed. I’d question it later, but not when I had a huge cock ready to fill me as before. I pushed back against him, forcing the tip inside.
Instantly, my core was on fire, the heat between us oppressive. The full weight of his body crushing against mine was unlike anything I’d ever thought I’d feel or want. He was taking his time, pushing in just an inch then another.
Exhaling, I closed my eyes, my grip on the railing white knuckled. In my mind, there were people watching, enjoying the show as much as they had while girls strutted across the stage, pretending to be something they weren’t.
No, forced to be someone they’d never intended. A slave.
A rush of emotions hit me just as he thrust the entire length inside. I slowly tilted my head, now staring at the incredible stars hovering in the sky. As soon as another wave of guilt hit me, he managed to jolt me back to reality, fucking me even harder.
Together we rocked, our bodies moving as one. When he clasped his fingers around mine, I was floored as how much stronger the connection seemed. For a little while, we rocked together, breathless and panting, his sweat tickling my skin, his hot breath creating another wave of desire.
There was no denying the connection we shared. I only hoped that I could place all my trust in him. I needed to lean on someone, a strong soul who’d stop at nothing to help rescue my sister.
But now, I wanted more. Not just the freedom for the other women but for every man involved to be arrested and charged. There had to be justice for the victims.
He wasn’t interested in stopping, pushing us both until I was breathless, incapable of thinking clearly. Maybe I didn’t want to. Tomorrow would be a new day, facing both my fears and ugly realities. But that was tomorrow.
Tonight was all about something else. Strengthening our bond.
Putting us mentally in sync. And learning to trust one another.
But this was the best way of breaking the ice between us.
With a smile on my face, I rocked against him, bucking the way he was doing. His actions became rougher, hungrier.
Needier.
And I was about to lose my mind, the electricity shooting through exploding deep within my core.
I knew the moment he was ready to release, his breathing labored. He pounded harder, refusing to allow the sensational climaxes to leave just yet.
“Come again. Come on my cock.”
As the pleasure skyrocketed, what he’d commanded of me to do easily came just as every muscle in his body tensed. He was ready to erupt deep inside.
And when he did, folding his body over mine, I had the sensation of being watched.
Instead of crippling fear, I felt something else.
Determination.