Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
My head was still spinning.
It must have been from a lack of oxygen to my brain, even though his hand hadn’t been around my throat for several minutes. There was no other way that it could have felt so good.
Still, my back arched lower, pushing my ass up in the air, giving him better access.
“Denying what you want isn’t going to change anything.”
Thunder still rumbled outside, but all I could hear was the distinct sound of the metal teeth of his zipper parting. Then the mattress shifted as he climbed up behind me.
He placed the head of his cock at the apex of my pussy, pressing it between my lips and onto my clit.
A shiver of pleasure ran through me.
The low hum of his approval told me that he noticed it.
He pressed harder on my clit for a moment before shifting so the head of his cock found my entrance. I braced myself for what I knew was coming.
“Say it,” he demanded.
I pressed my lips closed as I dug my fingers into the bed frame.
Roman slapped my ass again.
The sharp smack pushed me forward and then he thrust inside of me, claiming me hard and fast… again.
My breath rushed out of my lungs in a scream as I pushed back against him.
Not even in this.
Not even chained to the fucking bed was I going to be passive.
This was a battle, and I was not losing.
He forced his cock deep inside me. Every thrust more brutal, more violent, than the last.
The pressure of an orgasm built in my core. Sweat trailed down my back as I met every single one of his thrusts.
He spanked me again, but his hand stayed on my skin, squeezing, pressing into the bruise that would soon form.
Then he spread my cheeks. I assumed to get a better view of his cock brutalizing me.
I was wrong.
His finger traced the dark puckered hole again, before pressing inside.
The burn was immediate and intense, but he didn’t let up. He started slowly at first, but within what seemed like seconds later, his finger was fucking me in the ass as hard as his cock was fucking my pussy.
“Admit it,” he growled.
“No,” I yelled back.
His hand shot out and grabbed my hair, controlling how hard I slammed back into him. Fuck, why did that bite of pain feel so good?
It just added to everything else, the sharp pain grounding me in the midst of all the completely overwhelming sensations, forcing me to remain present in the moment without getting lost in it.
Then he shoved in a second finger—stretching me open with brutal precision, finger-fucking me like I already belonged to him.
I cried out as it burned, but he didn’t stop.
He only fucked me harder. Faster.
It was too much and not enough.
“Say it. I want to hear you scream it. Scream my name and make sure everyone in this house knows you belong to me. Only me.”
I opened my lips, ready to tell him off again when he yanked my head back, forcing my spine to arch and my hips to shift, his cock pressing into the most incredible spot deep inside of me.
My vision narrowed to a tunnel as I screamed.
I had no idea what I said.
I couldn’t hear my own words over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears and my heart beating like a drum.
My cunt tightened around him, squeezing harder as I came apart at the seams. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, all I could do was feel and for a second, I thought that was how I died.
He fucked me through that orgasm and straight into another, then he came inside of me, filling me with his essence.
We collapsed on the bed, him holding me in his arms while we gasped for breath, covered in sweat and a little delirious.
His hands traced over my body before moving up to my wrists and unhooking me from the bedpost.
I draped myself on top of him. I didn’t want to get off, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to.
I was boneless, somewhere between exhausted and triumphant. So many endorphins raced through my veins that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and ride the high.
And somehow, I knew. I knew that being in his arms afterward was what made this so damn good.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, catching our breaths while slowly floating back down to earth.
“Is it always going to be like that?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Is it always going to be chaos, rage, and unrelenting need?”
“Yes,” he said, with no hesitation. “Between us, it will always be like that. It can’t be anything else.”
He leaned up and kissed me again.
This time it wasn’t a battle, but it wasn’t soft.
It was still firm, still claiming.
He didn’t know how to be anything else, and I didn’t want him to be.