Page 12 of First Verse

He doesn’t wait for an answer; I can’t speak, anyway. His forearm flexes rhythmically against my ass, marrying the movements of his hand to the sinuous, purposeful drives of his hips. His jean-trapped cock grinds against my exposed clit, sending confusing signals of pain through the haze of euphoria. I clutch his shirt, small, animalistic sounds riding each of my panting breaths.

Another finger sinks inside me. It hurts, too. And feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Eyes on me,” he demands.

My head weighs a thousand pounds as I lift it. His gaze flickers between my eyes, then drops to my lips.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

Prickling sensation eats my fingers and toes. Between my legs, the pain fades, replaced by languorous, spreading heat. I feel loose, unfolded,possessed,as my hips jerk erratically against his.

Wilder licks his lips. “Fuck yes. Chase it, Fairy.”

My fingers dig into his chest. “Oh God?—”

“I’m your god right now, and I want this virgin cunt spasming around my fingers and gushing all over my hand. Give it to me.”

My mind recoils at his crass words, my head rearing back. His smile is slight, cruel, and knowing, his eyes hard on mine. I search his face frantically for anything familiar—any tenderness at all—but I can’t find it, and it’s too late to stop what my body has already claimed.

The orgasm sweeps through me. Devastating. Ecstatic. Humiliating. I smother my cries against his chest as I tremble and jerk, soaking his hand like he told me to.

I’m still pulsing, my senses floating, when he slips his fingers from my body and holds them between our faces. His skin glistens with my release. Eyes holding mine, he licks a line up his wet palm to the tip of one finger.

He groans. “You taste like sin.”

Opening my jaw with his other hand, he shoves the same two fingers that were inside me against my tongue. Startled, I pull back. Not from the flavor—unexpected but not bad—but from the invasiveness. He pushes them in more, hitting the back of my tongue and making me gag.

This time when I shove him away, he doesn’t resist. We stare at each other with a foot of space between us, both of us panting.

“Why?” My voice cracks.

His face remains marble, his eyes cold. “Go, Evangeline. Right now. Unless you want me to break you in half and make you choke on my cum.”

Horrified, I scramble off the bed, yanking my bikini bottoms and shorts back into place. I snatch my sandals off the floor and back away.

Wilder watches me with narrowed, frigid eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” I whisper.

His brows lift mockingly. “According to a lot of women, absolutely nothing.”

My fingers tighten on my shoes as my eyes burn with unshed tears. “You knowI’m not experienced. You were trying to shock me. You hurt me on purpose. Why would you do that?”

For a second, the mask over his eyes cracks. What I see makes my stomach bottom out—horror, self-loathing—before ice numbs everything. He sits up fast, feet thudding to the floor. I tense, ready to run, but he only grips the edge of the mattress, the tendons in his arms pronounced.

“You came tomyroom. Pressed your soft tits againstmyback. I got you off and you never once said no.” His lip curls in a sneer. “Not everything you hoped it would be? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I did warn you.”

My mouth opens and closes. He rolls his eyes, then snatches his phone off the nightstand and swipes a few times. Ringing fills the room.

The line connects and a woman’s voice croons, “Hey you. What’s up?”

His eyes stay on my face as he says, “I need some relief. You free?”

“For you? Always.”

“My place in twenty.”

She giggles. “On my way.”

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