Page 115 of Captive Prize

His fingers pushed between my pussy lips, finding me drenched and aching for him.

He didn’t say a word; if anything, he started sucking on my breast harder before letting go with an audible pop and moving over to the other one, nuzzling my shirt out of the way with his nose so he didn’t have to let go of my throat, or my cunt.

“Roman.” I meant for his name to be a warning, but it came out as a gasp of pleasure.

Using two fingers, he spread my lips and flicked his finger over my clit. My heart raced faster and the heat from his lips spread up my neck to my face, searing my cheeks as my breath became shallow.

“Are you still going to pretend you don’t want this?” he growled.

I kicked my hips up, trying in vain to get away from his hold.

He laughed and tightened his grip around my throat, restricting my air a bit but still leaving me room to breathe. All while yanking off my pants with his other hand.

“This changes nothing,” I growled.

“Little warrior, if you’re going to lie to yourself, you should probably try to be more convincing.”

God, I hated how right he was.

His hand tightened even more around my throat, making my breath come out in hoarse gasps.

As he kissed and bit his way down my body, the soft touch mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth made my skin prickle with sensitivity. By the time he got to my belly button, every nerve I had was so alert even his breath felt like a touch.

My lungs burned, my head swam as he placed a gentle kiss on my mons before he used his shoulders to wedge himself between my thighs and buried his face between my legs like a man possessed.

I couldn’t tell if he was sucking, licking, or fucking me with his tongue, or doing everything all at once. I still couldn’t get a single full breath.

My back arched as the sensations overwhelmed me. But he didn’t slow down. I put my heels on his shoulders and tried to push him away because it was too much.

All he did was tighten his grip on my throat and use his other arm to pin my hips down, letting out a savage growl that vibrated through my body.

When I looked down, all I could see were his eyes staring at me, daring me to deny him again.

I couldn’t lose to him.

I couldn’t give in to everything he demanded of me, but how could I not?

How could I not break under this brutal onslaught of pleasure, pain, and lack of oxygen that made my head swim even more?

Darkness started seeping in at the edges of my vision. My lips tingled and he let go of my throat just long enough for me to take a deep breath, and then he squeezed again.

His eyes never left my face as he ravaged me like a man possessed.

My feet kicked out, my heels digging into his back, but it did nothing.

Nothing but encourage him.

When the pressure got to be too much and I knew I was almost there and he was about to push me into the abyss, he stopped.

There had never been anyone so cruel in all the world as this man, sitting up on his knees looking down at me while I gasped for air and he held me on the edge.

One hand tight around my throat, the other with two fingers buried in my cunt, curled up, pressing into the most incredible spot while his thumb placed pressure on my clit.

“Why?” I said between gritted teeth.

“Only good girls get to come. Tell me you’re mine.”

“No,” I said. The heat in my veins was still boiling. I couldn’t tell if the rage was replacing the lust or making it hotter.

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