Page 77 of Reckoning

His lips curl. “When it’s done right, it’s incredible for the receiver.”

I blush so much I think you really can fry an entire breakfast on my face. But I need to know, I have to know, “Is that what that was the other night then? Back at my house?”

His eyes seem to darken even more. “No, that, that was different.”

“How?”

He shakes his head, “I crossed a line. I couldn’t resist. Sofia, you don’t understand how fucking desperate I am for you, how hungry I am.”

My breath hitches. All that fear that had me clasped so tightly seems to vanish. “Why don’t you just take me then?” I whisper.

His hand slams into the bed. I flinch more on instinct than anything else. “You think I don’t want to? You think I’m not dying to spread your legs wide and fuck your sweet little pussy until she’s weeping?”

I don’t know what to say, how to reply. He seems angry now. Really angry. And some crazy part of me wants to do everything I can to change that.

I grab his hand, forcing it down below my trousers. “We made a deal, Koen,” I state. “I’m yours to do as you like. And clearly you want this, so why are you holding back?”

He growls, one hand wraps around my throat and the other spears deep inside me. I barely have time to adjust before he slides a second in to join it.

“You want to simply be my plaything, is that it?” He taunts. “You want me to use you, to toy with you, to turn you into my own personal whore?”

I’m torn between my lust and my fear. On some level I do want that. I really do. But my body seems to revolt. I jerk, I struggle. Koen holds me down, keeping me in place.

“You can take this, Sofia,” He groans as he starts thrusting inside me. “I know you can. You offered yourself to me, you want this as much as I do.”

I shut my eyes, then have to force them open because the face I see when they’re closed is not Koen’s and I can’t deal with that.

My hands grab at the one gripping my throat. He’s fucking me so hard my whole body is rocking up and down.

“Such a tight little pussy.” He states. “So wet, so needy, you asked for this, Sofia, you asked for me to use you.”

I nod, moving my head only as much as he’ll allow. I can hear how much I’m squelching, I can hear how wet I am. Christ, am I this fucked up now? Do I have some sort of rape kink, is that it? I should feel ashamed, I want to be ashamed. The way he’s dominating me is making my adrenaline spike more and more. I can barely breathe from the hand compressing my throat.

But I’m moaning all the same, and I’m riding his hand, desperate for more. Desperate for whatever he’ll give me.

“There’s my good girl.” He praises. “You want this as much as me, you’re just too scared to admit it.”

“Koen,” I gasp. I’m so close now. But a voice in my head is telling me if I come, if I do this I’ll only prove how broken I am. I’ll only prove all those hateful things Otto used to say. The names they carved into my skin.

Maybe he sees that.

Maybe he feels the way I’m pulling back.

He shifts, moving his weight and then his mouth is on me, he’s sucking my clit, forcing me to perform the way he expects.

I lock my legs around his head, I need more. I need all of this.

His teeth scrape against me. He bites me, enough for it to hurt, enough for it to feel like he’s drawn blood and then I am coming. I’m screaming. I lose control, and it’s only his hand against my throat that holds me in place as it feels like my entire world shatters into delightful pieces.

As I lay panting he stares up at me. And I see that hunger, that need, all that emotion inside me reflected in that gaze.

“I can’t control myself around you.” He murmurs, like he’s confessing his sins.

“Then don’t.”

He narrows his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t say things you’ll regret.”

“You think I regret this?” I snap back. “You think I don’t want this too?”

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