22. Scarlett #2
His other hand circles around me and cups my breast, his fingers encircling and plucking at my engorged, tender peak, before he pinches it hard and a gasp rips from me.
He palms my ass roughly before his hand leaves my ass, and before I can even register what he's doing, my hair is yanked tightly, forcing my neck to bow, as he presses his teeth to my collarbone and bites down.
Our size difference is painfully obvious as his body towers over me, and I feel the restrained energy coming off of him in waves.
The sting of my tresses being pulled, and his teeth, causes me to tremble and shiver with need.
I can feel my slickness weeping from my pussy and coating my upper thighs.
"Xavier," I moan, not even sure what I'm asking for.
He licks at the bite mark, the feeling of his tongue lashing my skin driving me wild.
He twists my nipple sharply, before kissing up the side of my neck until his lips reach my ear, and he nips at the tender lobe.
"Soon, Spitfire, but first we need to play a little game.
One I'm sure you'll enjoy, won't you, my sweet slut? "
Oh fuck! My body is betraying me right now, allowing itself to delve into my darkest fantasies.
I'm becoming helpless to deny him anything at this moment.
I want more of what he's offering, and that should scare the shit out of me.
Instead, it has me wetter than I've ever been, as every inch of my skin quivers with anticipation for his next command.
You need to remember why you're here, Scarlett, and all that's at stake. Don't let yourself fall into a trap. The last thread of self-preservation screams inside my head as I falter.
His hands leave my skin, and I almost cry out, begging him to continue to touch me.
My eyebrows knit, and confusion wraps around me, as he moves back towards the loft entrance.
"Hide and seek, Scarlett. The rules are simple: when I catch you, I'll tie you up, gag you, and fuck you any way, and in any hole I want, for hours. "
A choked sound withers and dies in my throat, as my heart pounds so fiercely it threatens to rip right out of my chest. I had to have misheard him. There's no way he just said what I think he did. "If... I manage to... evade you?" I whisper, as my pulse races and my hands become clammy at my sides.
"You won't," he declares, full of confidence, with a mirthless smirk across his handsome features, that liquefies my insides and has my core clenching on nothing.
"What about a safe word?" I question as a slight buzzing begins in my ears, and my eyes dart around the space looking for where to hide from him.
I won't make this easy on him. He wants me, but he doesn't want it freely given, and is using manipulation and coercion as tactics to bend me to his will.
Even if it's turning me on, I won't show him any weakness.
He wants a piece of Scarlett Lyssa, and she doesn't bow down to anyone.
"Doesn't exist between you and me. You will beg me before I'm done, and know that you truly are mine.
" His voice rakes over me with assurance, the tone filled with the promise of sin and pleasure.
A cold shudder slips down my body, with the understanding that no quarter will be given.
The game won't end unless one of us is the victor, and the pledge of pain and depravity is the undertone of every syllable.
"Spitfire," he snarls in a deep, menacing voice that has me taking an unconscious step backward. "Run!"
The lights all go out at once, only a sliver of moonlight breaking through where the curtains meet, but not even enough for me to make out the shadows around me.
Panic hits me hard, as I jolt before forcing myself to still, and listen for where he's positioned, but nothing but complete silence greets me.
Holy fuck, he's going to chase me through here until he catches me and takes me down, before having his wicked way with me.
I try to recall the details of the loft and the position of my obstacles.
I reach down and remove my shoes, carefully setting them aside so he doesn't notice I've done it, and I don't trip in my haste to get away from him.
He's going to expect me to try for the door, and that's where he'll instantly catch me.
Instead, I take a few hesitant steps towards the kitchen island, my hands out in front of me to stop myself from walking into anything, my toes digging into the cold hardwood for purchase.
My breathing is too loud in my ears, and I'm almost positive he can hear it.
My throat is so tight with panic that I'm not sure if I could scream at this point, not that I fear anyone would hear me.
A slight noise makes my head dart in that direction, the darkness doing nothing to alleviate my dread.
Silence once more greets me, and I can't even sense a disturbance in the air around me.
Is he still at the doorway? My hand makes contact with what I think is a stool, and it scrapes against the floor slightly, the small noise overly loud, and I grit my teeth, waiting for him to instantly pounce on me.
Where is he? I place my hand over my mouth, to silence my heavy breathing, as I take another step forward and crouch.
Maybe I could hide between the stools and the island.
I'm small enough that I should just fit.
Before I can even attempt it, something grabs my hair from above, yanking me hard until a scream rips from me, echoing in the space.
I lose my precarious balance and land hard on my ass, as warm air scented in gin greets my face. "Naughty slut, you can't hide from me."
His hold on my hair has tears sliding down my face, as he tries to force me back to my feet.
I can't sense him standing in front of me, but I punch out to where his legs should be, only to meet nothing but air.
Then it dawns on me he's up on the fucking counter, and he's using it as a ledge.
"FUCKER!" I yell as I force myself to my feet, and strike out at his grip on my hair to break his hold.
He grunts but doesn't instantly release me, instead, I feel him try to reach for my neck to subdue me, but fuck that shit.
I slam my head forward, using his grip against him, and manage to hit some part of him.
He releases me, as I hear his body sliding from the counter and regaining his feet.
I shove the stools in his direction as I dart back toward the doorway, but don't get more than two or three feet before I'm brought down, my forearms and knees slamming into the floor with jarring force.
A thick forearm wraps around my neck, pulling me taut and causing me to choke, as his body envelops mine, his heat radiating into my cool bare skin.
His strong fingers slip around my abdomen, and down to my weeping pussy, flicking my clit hard, as I scream, but the sound is stifled by my lack of air.
Two fingers are suddenly slammed inside of me, forcing my body to bow as he presses his hard cock into my lower back, and uses his legs to force my knees to widen.
His thumb strokes my throbbing clit in time with his thrusts, and I can hear the lewd sounds of my wetness filling the air.
My vision begins to darken even more, shapes losing focus as my air rapidly diminishes.
I scratch at his forearm, digging my nails in until they come away wet from his blood, but instead of crying out in pain, he moans hoarsely.
"Who knew you were such a greedy, little pain slut, Spitfire. Look at how your wetness coats my fingers." He licks my cheek like an animal, and the motion should revolt me, but instead it has my body writhing against his fingers, trying to deepen his penetration. "Soon you'll be coating my cock!"
He releases his grip on my neck, his fingers tightening on my jaw and forcing my face to meet his.
His mouth slams down on mine, ravaging my lips with his teeth as his tongue dives inside to plunder mine, all while his fingers bring me closer and closer to an orgasm.
He yanks his fingers out, and I cry in despair against his lips, before he slaps my pussy hard with his wet digits and slams them back inside my tight hole.
My nipples are tight enough to cut glass, and my knees begin to shake, my body spasming, as the orgasm slams into me like a destruction-filled tsunami making landfall. Every part of me lights up until it feels like I'm ready to explode, and all the while he greedily swallows every moan and whimper.
Once I stop shaking, and he releases my lips, my head slumps forward between my shoulder blades until my hair is touching the floor. His breathing is heavy, his body shuddering against mine as his hard cock digs into my flesh, still restrained in his pants.
"Time to say good night, Spitfire, but don't worry, there won't be any sweet parting.
" I'm so confused, and still overcome by my post-orgasm daze at his words, that I don't realize he's managed to put me back in a headlock until it's too late.
I fight against his hold, but his tightly wrapped limbs are more effective at controlling my movements.
A loud screeching fills my ears, and I realize too late that it's coming from inside my head before the world goes dark.