Page 78 of A Captive Situation

I didn’t, still riding his hand, as I added, almost taunting, “And then when I’m done, you’re going to shove your dick inside of me and you’re going to fuck me all over again, making me come again and again and again—” I was panting as I was now in a rolling and seamless movement. Jake caught me under my hip, his hand splayed out and urging me on, helping me. “Because you’re going to fuck this need out of us.”

A savage roar burst out of him as his hand went to my neck, snatching my chin.

I stopped talking, frozen for a second from the promise of violence in that sound and touch, but he only held me. A primal sound slowly rumbled from him. “You think you can tell me what to do?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

I went back to moving over his hand, slowly to test his reaction, but when he only stabbed back inside of me, I began moving faster. A delicious pressure started pooling, rising.

I was nearing the edge.

I rasped back to Jake, “Tides have turned, asshole. When I give you an order—” I screamed as I was flung over the cliff. Pleasure pulsated inside of me, detonating everywhere, liquefying me.

The waves bombarded me as he eased me to the floor.

I dipped forward, my legs shaking and trembling, but he held me against the wall with his hips as he was making quick work between us. My underwear and shorts were whisked off. His jeans were shoved farther down, then I was picked up once more, and I only came back to the present, the last of my climax still lingering, when he lined up at my entrance.

I reached for his shoulder, my hand starting to sink in. I was going to tell him to wait because my god, that thing washuge.

He shoved inside of me, impaling me.

Oooh.

Full.

I was so full.

He groaned next to my ear, “You’re so tight. Tight and wet. And mine. You’re fucking mine, Sawyer.” His hand slid down my stomach, sliding to my clit, and he began rubbing it as he started thrusting in me. “You don’t give me orders. Youreallydon’t tell me that I’m going to fuck this need out of us because, baby—” He’d been holding the back of my hip, half of my ass, as he started his own rhythm, but I was clinging to him enough again. He didn’t need to hold me in place, so that other hand caught my jaw again. His finger dipped inside of my mouth.

I didn’t think about it. I automatically sucked long and hard on him, tasting the mix of both of us.

His eyelids shuttered, his eyes going so black, as a vein stuck out from his neck. He was slamming into me, that other hand never stopping on my clit. He finished, darkly, “We’re just getting started, my little lunatic.”

I moaned again, a new whine rising up my throat.

He yanked us from the wall, spinning, and we fell to the bed.

He caught himself so his weight didn’t crush me, but he never pulled out of me, and once we were on the bed, he clambered up, curling over me. He began thrusting deep all over again.

This was insane. All of it. Ludicrous.

But I couldn’t deny what was happening. This link between us was an invisible string, pulling us tighter when I tried fighting it. It only grew stronger, more taut, and we were going at it, both feral, but we were feeding that connection. We couldn’t not. It had a hold on us and it wasn’t letting go.

As Jake pounded into me, another release was building in me, pulling me back under until it snapped, making all of my nerve endings flood with ardent bliss.

Jake came not long after, surging inside of me. He held still as he swelled before releasing. My insides clamped down on him, milking his climax, which made him groan. Sweat poured down both of our bodies and there was so much wetness where we were connected, but I savored this moment.

There was nothing beautiful about what we just did. It was rough, harsh, and a little ugly.

An emotion fluttered inside me.

I wanted to do it again.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jake

She shoved me off and ran for the bathroom. The door slammed shut, the lock clicked.

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