Page 36 of Captive Prize

“Maybe you’re not as untouchable as you pretend to be,” I whispered.

She didn’t reply but laid her head on the desk as she tried to catch her breath.

I had to know. I slapped her ass again, making her jump, then I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks, ghosting over her puckered hole down to her cunt, which was — just as I had hoped — hot and dripping wet.

“Is this why you are such a brat? Looking for the right man to come along and give you the attention you need?” I mocked her, teased her.

Her head whipped around, blonde hair flying across her back to her other shoulder, sending a delicate floral fragrance into the air.

“It doesn’t matter what you do. I’ll never break. Not for you. Not for anyone.” The fire in her eyes matched mine, and she had no idea of the gauntlet she was throwing down, but I would happily pick it up.

“Let’s see about that.”

My hand went to my pants, and she didn’t stop me.

She said nothing as I took out my cock and stroked it.

Her eyes widened as she watched me over her shoulder, but her pretty little lips stayed clamped shut.

“Last chance to be a good girl,” I said, stroking my cock.

“Go to hell,” she spat, and I yanked the belt, forcing her head to snap forward.

I pressed my cock to her clit, moving it up and down. Fuck, she was dripping wet and so fucking hot. Her body was going to squeeze me like a velvet glove.

Her hips rose, meeting mine, begging for more.

I’d rather hear begging coming from her sweet lips, but this would work.

Just as I lined myself up, her muscles went rigid, like she was bracing herself.

I pushed in, ready to fuck some obedience into her.

She hadn’t said no. She hadn’t said yes, either.

But her body was begging for it. That had to be enough—for now.

I craved to claim her like a fucking animal.

Hot, feral, and fucking brutal.

She wasn’t going to walk right for a week.

She would beg for me. Beg me to stop and beg me to fuck her again and again.

When I was done, she would be addicted to my cock, and I was going to love every fucking second.

I thrust the head of my cock into her tight hole and shifted my hips forward, knowing I would have to first ease her body into accepting the thick girth or I risked tearing her.

And that was when I felt it…

Resistance.

I froze.

There was no way.

She had been married. Then it clicked. Yes, married. But to a sick bastard with one foot in the grave.

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