Page 55 of Pretty Little Threats

Dare must see my resistance, because he growls and pulls out of me, spinning me and pressing me flat against the foyer table. Cool wood greets my nipples, and whatever was on the table tumbles to the floor. Dare doesn’t care.He lightly kicks my ankles, spreading my legs and sliding into me once more.

My fingers grasp at the edge of the table, and I arch my hips, giving him better access.

“That’s it, princess. You like it when I fuck you, don’t you?”

“No,” I moan.

“Liar,” he snarls, fingers diving into my hair and wrenching my head back. “I can feel your cunt pulsing around me, begging for me.” He rears back and slams into me, the tip of his cock crashing into my G-spot.

The table creaks beneath us.

My fingers tighten until my knuckles turn white. “I hate you,” I say, needing something to cling to.

His chuckle brushes down my spine. “We’ll see about that.” And then Dare does everything in his power to destroy me. The girth of his cock stretches me, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. The hand in my hair loosens, allowing me to relax, but then he drives into me harder and faster, the other hand slipping around to flick my clit.

A tiny whimper slips out of my lips.

Dare laughs, but it’s a dark, pleased sound. “That’s what I thought,” he whispers, driving deep and holding himself there, grinding, brushing over the spot deep inside of me. His length pulses. His thumb teases. His fingers tug on my hair. His hips pull back an inch and he thrusts.

My toes struggle to find purchase on the marble as I tiptoe to tilt my hips, aching and needy and desperate for more.

“When you come, you’ll scream my name,” the bastard demands.

“Never.”

He laughs, and his thumb leaves my clit so he can crackhis palm across my ass. Pain shoots up my spine, chased by the tingle of pleasure he’s offering. I gasp and clamp around his length, drenching his shaft. I press my forehead into the table and bite my cheek to keep from moaning in approval. Dare takes that as a challenge, increasing his tempo, deepening his thrusts, smacking my ass hard enough that a tiny sound slips out of my lips.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he rasps. “So fucking perfect.”

And something about those words undoes me. Or maybe it’s his thumb that returns to my clit and coaxes me toward an orgasm. Dare fucks me like no one ever has, drives me to the edge of insanity, taking me higher and higher, giving me more and more and more until my lips part and a heavy moan spills from my chest.

Dare buries himself deep inside of me, and everything stops right before I can come. “Say it, Rose.”

I growl.

He pinches my clit.

Electricity zaps through me, overpowering. Unyielding. The riot of sensations is too much. I’m so close, and he has all the power to deny me what I so desperately crave. Giving in to this little request won’t change anything. I’ll tell him what he wants to hear, if that means I get to come.

“Dare.” His name falls from my lips with a whimper.

“Good girl,” he praises, then slams into me, tweaking and teasing and caressing my clit until stars dot my vision and there’s no stopping my moans. He tugs on my hair, and as if that triggers it, my orgasm slams into me so hard, I scream Dare’s name, just as he predicted, and he growls in approval.

“So. Fucking. Wet.” Dare’s hips slap against mine. A strangled sound catches in his throat, and he buries himselfinside of me, hot threads of cum coating my walls. As the warmth hits my G-spot, I moan again, rolling my hips, squeezing his shaft, begging for more.

Dare’s fingers slip from my hair and stroke down my back until both of his hands hold my hips in place. “Again,” he demands, and this time, I don’t protest.

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ROSE

My body is filledwith bliss when I wake up. I release a happy sigh and stretch, moaning when my pussy aches with the reminder of Dare. He fucked me two more times, and each time, I broke, screaming his name, despite trying my best to deny him the satisfaction.

But he had no qualms about weaponizing pleasure against me, using it to drag me into submission until I gave him everything he wanted. If I had known hate sex would be this explosive, I might’ve tried it sooner.

When was the last time I felt this relaxed?

He’s still another man trying to use you.

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