Page 49 of Carnival
A hand is under the tank top I chose to sleep in, squeezing my breast and rolling my nipple between two fingers. My mind is on high alert, eyes snapping open with a loud gasp leaving my mouth.
Someone is behind me.
The other hand comes to my mouth, preventing me from screaming. My eyes try to adjust to the darkness, fear creeping into my bones when a voice speaks, lips brushing against my ear.
“It’s me, hellion,’’ James mumbles, sucking on the sweet spot right below my ear. “Just be a good girl for me and let me use your pretty hole, yeah?”
A wave of calm washes over me, heart thumping against my ribcage, though this time, it’s for a different reason. James removes the hand from my mouth, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking and biting.
My eyes close, a soft moan coming from me. He smirks against my flesh, dragging his hand from my breast down to my underwear, gently pulling it to the side. He doesn’t waste any time, parting my folds and rubbing my clit with his index and middle fingers.
“Already so wet for me,’’ he notes, teeth grazing my shoulder. “Who knew you were that desperate for me?”
“James,’’ I croak out, still half-asleep but very much aware of what’s happening. I’m definitely not opposed to it, loving the way he’s kissing my neck, the way his fingers skillfully fiddle with the little bundle of nerves.
“Yes, hellion?”
His fingers leave my clit, and a whine slips from me. James just chuckles, and a rustling of clothes fills my ears. Then, I feel the tip of his cock pressed against me, his precum coating my pussy as he rubs it between my folds.
“You’re absolutely insane.’’
“I never claimed otherwise,’’ he groans, pushing the tip into me, hand on my hip. “And you love it, don’t you? You love the fact that my need for you knows no bounds, that there’s not a thing I wouldn’t do to have you, don’t you, my hellion?”
I don’t get the chance to respond and moan loudly instead. His hips snap forward, and he bottoms out inside me, his hand gripping my hip tightly, almost to the point of bruising. My body shivers at the sensation, and instinctively, my legs part for him slightly, giving him more room.
He rolls me over, and I find myself lying on my stomach, with him continuously fucking me from behind. He pulls my hips to meet his thrusts, my whimpers filling the room.
“So fucking wet for me,’’ he groans, his front pressed tightly against my back, his mouth attacking my neck again. I tilt my head to the side, giving him a better angle, eyes closed.
I can feel every single thing. Every time his cock twitches, every time it rubs against that spot inside me, every time his tongue darts to taste my skin. And every single thing is making me more addicted. He isn’t taking it easy, either.
The sound of our mixed moans, our bodies molding together, fills the room, my forehead covered in a light layer of sweat. James thrusts into me, deep, quick strokes that make me go wild.
“James,’’ I cry out, arching my ass further into him, meeting his violent movements. He hisses against my neck, biting down harshly. A scream slips from me, his hand immediately coming to cover my mouth again.
“Quiet,’’ he commands. “Don’t you dare scream. Your little bodyguards will hear. I’m not letting you ruin this for me, not after the stunt you pulled.’’
I try to think about what he’s referring to, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to use my brain in this situation. Then, it clicks. James thinks I willingly handed him over to Hudson.
He pauses briefly, pulling back a little, only the tip remaining inside me. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me back until I’m on all fours. I bite my lip harshly when his hand connects to my ass, promising to leave a handprint.
“It wasn’t me,’’ I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and my breath hitches in my throat.
He’s already naked, and I don’t think I’ve noticed when he actually took his clothes off. His torso is glistening with sweat, his hair messy, a few strands falling over his face. His chest moves up and down at a rapid speed, but what truly has me captivated is the way he’s looking at me.
It’s not quite anger, but it’s not anything positive, either. He’s just looking at me like I’m something to possess, something to own. Like I’m a toy for his pleasure, someone he can claim as his own. And… for some reason, it doesn’t bother me.
James doesn’t warn me as he slams back into me, my back arching. A feral look overtakes his features, his hands kneading and squeezing my ass harshly. He smacks it in sync with his thrusting, the stinging sensation causing a wave of pleasure to build deeply inside of me.
“Really?” He smirks. “It wasn’t you?”
“No!”
His hand comes to the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow and using it to muffle my future screams — and he knows they’re coming. I’ve felt him fuck me roughly before, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this level of intensity.
He pushes into me as deeply as possible, my screams stifled by the pillow. He doesn’t wait and does it time and time again, my legs shaking. The sensations go straight to my core, and I know he has so much more in store for me.
“You’re taking me so well, hellion,’’ he groans, pulling my hips upward. “Fucking hell, you’re the most addictive drug I’ve ever taken.’’
