Page 94 of Sinister Promise

His fingers stroked my clit in tight little circles when he broke the kiss and started biting a path down to my shoulder.

"You make me fucking crazy," he rasped. "You can’t just run out into the world trying to throw yourself away."

His astonishing words barely registered as I struggled to fight the familiar pressure building in my core.

"Why can't you just be a good girl? I could be so good to you. Make you come over and over until the onlything you know how to say is my name as you scream it."

"Yes," I gasped, my hands gripping the cracked countertop. I was so wet, and even though I was still sore, I needed him again.

"Maybe this time you'll learn your lesson." His hand gripped the back of my neck as he pushed me down, bending me over the table. The sound of his zipper was loud as he freed his cock, running the head over my folds.

"Please," I begged, hating myself for giving in so easily.

"Let's see if you're still begging in a second."

I was confused by the hint of malice in his words until he kicked my feet a little wider apart.

He teased my entrance with his cock, circling his head over my clit, then rubbing his shaft through the humiliating wetness pooling in my cunt. He was everywhere but deep inside me, where I needed him. Then he moved his cock up, past my aching pussy, to my ass.

"Wait—" I said, trying to stand up.

He held me down, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades, the other stroking my hair almost tenderly before lightly gripping the back of my neck."Shhh, I’ve got you," he whispered against my ear as he pushed his cock into my ass.

It burned, but the deeper he went, the fuller I felt.

This feeling was different from having him in my pussy.

It was darker, forbidden.

It hurt, but there was something else there, too.

Something deeply satisfying.

He was claiming me, the last piece I had just for me.

He was taking it as his.

"That's right, baby. Take every fucking inch."

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the scream rising from my throat.

"Bad girl," he said, giving me a swat on my ass before grabbing both of my hands and twisting them behind my back, his grip firm but not rough. "You belong with me, which means I own every single delectable sound I pull from your sweet body. You will not take them from me."

He pressed in harder, seating himself as deep as he could go.

"Tell me you want it," he growled.

I bit my lip, refusing to make a sound.

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into me. A deep-seated groan left his lips, and I screamed, silently.

It was my last little act of rebellion.

He fucked me harder, faster, slamming in and out of me, even as I could feel him checking my responses, making sure I was with him. A fine sheen of sweat coated my back and I was panting, trying to hold back, to make sure I didn't come apart for him. Not again.

"Give in to it," he said, punctuating his words with deep thrusts.

I couldn't. I wouldn't.

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