Page 71 of Deliria

“Want to play hard to get?” I taunt.

“Let me go, you bastard!” She screams into my face.

Only those words, that panic has the complete opposite effect on me. I know I should do it. I know I should let her go, play nice.

But I’ve wanted this woman for so fucking long. I’ve watched her for months, I’ve seen the way her tears drop from those long eyelashes, seen the way she sighs so wistfully when she’s in her studio, struggling to paint.

I’ve seenher.

The real her.

The real Scarlett before all of this shit, before this island, before everything.

And that’s who I want, that’s who my body craves in this moment.

Sure, she’s still covered in my brother, still marred by his disgusting treatment and yet my cock is aching, screaming at me.

I kick her legs apart while my hand slides down into her jeans.

To my surprise, she’s wet.

Is she aroused by this? Is she getting off on this? Has she wanted this moment as much as me, or am I fooling myself into believing that?

“Tell me, Scarlett.” I whisper into her ear. “Is this all for me, or for my brother?”

“Fuck, fuck you.” She gasps.

I let out a low laugh. That’s her usual response. Her only response. As if her brain is stuck on some broken track, and those are the only words she can settle on whenever she’s overwhelmed.

I run my fingers right between her labia, getting a nice feel of her cunt. She’s just as perfect as I imagined, just as perfect as all the glimpses suggested.

“So fucking wet.” I growl. “Do you like the idea of me fucking you while you’re still covered in my brother’s come?”

“No…”

She doesn’t even sound convinced. She sounds breathless. Torn. Like she enjoys being degraded.

Maybe that is it, she gets off on it, on the degradation. Maybe that’s exactly how she’s survived all the abuse so far. Because on some level it does turn her on.

“Little Bird,” I say, as I push two fingers inside her. She whimpers, trying to pull away but there’s no escaping this, no getting away from me. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, don’t act like you haven’t been desperate for me to touch you.”

“I haven’t.” She hisses.

I laugh harder then, hearing the obvious lie. Feeling the way her body is already begging for more.

In one quick movement, I roll her over, forcing her to face me.

“You’re practically dripping.” I state. “Is it the thought of being used by me that’s got you all riled up?”

“I don’t want you.” She gasps out.

It’s a lie. I know it is. I can see the way her pupils are blown, I can feel the way her cunt is clinging to me.

She wants this. She wants me.

I lean down, claiming her mouth as I work her cunt to perfection.

She fights at first. She pretends to push me away, to bite my tongue as I work my way around her mouth, but that only turns me on more, turns her on more.

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