Page 82 of Fierce Pursuit

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, not knowing what to say.

Instead, his hand went to my throat, squeezing gently before it slid down my wet body, stopping only to tweak my nipples before continuing down to the cleft between my thighs.

He slid his fingers between my pussy lips and stroked my clit. Then he took his hand away and turned me around, flattening my hands against the wall.

“Say it,” he purred in my ear. “Say you want me. Say you liked choking on my cock.”

“Never.” Just because I couldn’t deny what my body wanted didn’t mean I had to confirm it for him either.

“Say it…or I’ll make you say it.” He pressed his chest to my back and before I even understood what he was doing, his hand was at my hip, pulling me back just enough so he could slide deep inside of me.

Once again, fucking me from behind, like an animal. Primal. Raw.

Still tender from earlier, my traitorous body responded to the pleasurable pain of his thrust.

“Say it.”

The command was a growl, rough and low, vibrating through my bones as he pulled out with aching slowness, only to thrust back in, stretching me all over again.

I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my voice.

This was torture.

The sweetest fucking torture.

His thrusts were deliberate, controlled, his cock dragging over every sensitive inch of me, pushing against the spot that blurred my vision, but never giving me enough.

“All you have to do,” he murmured, “is admit that you want me. That you don’t regret fucking me on that train.”

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove deeper, making me feel every inch of him. “And if you say it, I’ll give you everything.”

A sharp snap of his hips punctuated the promise.

I clenched around him involuntarily.

His chuckle was wicked, knowing.

“I will fuck you so hard and fast you’ll come with a scream,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, cruel. “And then I’ll fill up this tight cunt with my come.”

Heat flooded through me. My breath stuttered as his hand slid around me, fingers closing over my breast, teasing the hardened peak before pinching hard. Pain and pleasure seared through me, colliding, sharpening, every nerve in my body lighting up.

Still, I stayed silent.

But my body?

My body betrayed me.

My back arched deeper, my legs spread wider, giving him everything without my saying a word.

“You want me to make you beg?” His voice was filled with dark amusement, his fingers sliding lower, teasing,brushing over my clit so lightly that my entire body shuddered with need.

My thighs trembled. My pussy clenched around his cock, trying to draw him deeper.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with hunger. “You hate how much you want this.”

His fingers brushed my clit again, barely a ghost of pressure, just enough that I gasped, just enough to coil the tension tighter in my core.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll reward you.” His teeth scraped the shell of my ear.

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