Page 43 of Freckles

It feels like his cock stretches halfway up my back, and I resume fighting in earnest, again getting nowhere, just straining my muscles until they ache.

His fingers play along my windpipe, a gentle reminder that he doesn’t care if I can breathe.

The steady thump in my temples from being submerged grows stronger. I clench my jaw, fighting back tears—an irrational response to anger that always leaves me feeling weaker.

“You don’t know how good it feels when you move like that.” He follows the declaration with a long groan in case I was in any doubt he’s enjoying it. “Fight as hard as you want. There’s no way you’re getting free.”

His fingers slide under my sweater and trail down the side of my body, caressing and grabbing and pinching, then soothing away my sore flesh with the circling movements of his large palm. They delve beneath my kilt and inside my panties, stroking against me while my head keeps urging me to fight and my body slumps in exhaustion.

“Please,” I whisper.

“You don’t need to beg me, Francesca.” He presses a row of gentle kisses along the curve of my shoulder, nuzzling into my hair, his front teeth closing on my ear lobe, tugging, then slowly scraping free. “I’m happy to oblige.”

A shiver works across my back, sinking into my shoulder blades as his fingers stop cupping me and press along the seam of my pussy, demanding entry.

I buck my hips back against him, another vain attempt to dislodge his bulk. A disastrous idea because it just helps him gain access, the satisfied hiss of air as he rubs his finger along my inner flesh sounding like a snake in my ear.

“What do you like?” he whispers, then nips at my neck, laving the pain away with his tongue. “Tell me what gets you wet.”

“Being left alone.”

Another rumble of laughter sinks into my bones. The fingers stop playing at my throat and reach under my body, closing over my breast and squeezing. My nipple hardens against his palm, and I bite my cheek until I taste blood.

The self-punishment isn’t enough to stop an avalanche of guilt at my reaction.

“Every part of you feels so good.” His weight shifts, hand lifting my torso so he can pinch my nipple, his cock thrusting against my lower back when I give a cry of protest. “Tell me what your last boyfriend did to turn you on.”

I bury my face in the pillow, wanting to shut out the world until it stops torturing me.

“If you won’t give me a clue, I’ll just have to experiment by myself.”

I force my body to become limp. The only resistance I can think of is to lie still and not give him any satisfaction.

“Fucking hell,” he complains, sitting back on his heels and flipping me onto my back. He shoves his gorgeous face close to mine and his unsettling eyes glow like fiery embers. “This is for your benefit.”

I snort, turning my face to the side to avoid his searching eyes.

And his lips press to my ear again, buzzing as he says, “Do you really want me to shove my cock into you while you’re dry? Most girls find it a struggle even when they’re soaking.”

A burst of white-hot panic sends my pulse racing. “I don’t want you to do anything.”

“But I am.”

I glare, fear and fury stiffening my jaw. “Then go ahead and hurt me.”

His knuckles brush my cheek, gentle as a feather, and he shrugs. “Fine.”

He straddles me, pulling off my jumper and shoving up my skirt. When I push him, hard, he lifts my arms above my head and holds my wrists there with one hand. His knee thrusts between my legs, forcing them apart, and my thin underwear tears as he strips them from me, tossing the pieces over his shoulder to land on the floor.

A finger shoves inside me, scraping against my tender walls. When I wince, he lowers his face to mine. “This is what you wanted, remember? Stop whining when you made your choice.”

I close my eyes and turn my head.Hide in your safe place.But the sheer size of Kincaid makes him hard to ignore.

His teeth close on my neck again, a proper bite this time. Sinking into my flesh until a long groan escapes my throat.

A single tear slips from my eyelid, trailing down my cheek. He swipes it with his thumb, ferrying it to his mouth with a satisfied sigh. “You cry so beautifully.”

He licks the next one from my cheek, then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting until it swells from the abrasion. And all the while, his finger pumps into me, gradually thrusting deeper.

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