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“You can’t leave me, Mary,” I say, my voice low and firm. “Not now. Not after this.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. She knows I’m right. She knows that she’s in too deep to walk away now. And I know that I won’t let her.
As the sounds of the men fade away, we’re left alone in the basement, the tension between us palpable. It’s a mix of danger, desire, and something more. Something darker. Something that neither of us can deny any longer.
The adrenaline from the close call only amplifies the intensity of what we’re feeling. She stares at me, her chest rising and falling as she waits for me to do something. Part of me wants to fuck her so hard, she screams the cabin down, alerting everyone to our hiding place, but another...another part of me wants to torture her, to make her beg and scream until I finally shove myself into her tight, sweet cunt.
“What?” I finally say, cocking my head.
Her eyes drop to my dick—subconsciously, I think—because she looks horrified when she realizes what she’s doing. She swallows hard, her eyes snapping back up to meet mine. “I...I don’t know what you want from me,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckle, low and dark. “I want everything, Mary. I want you to admit that you feel this too. That you can’t resist this any more than I can.”
She bites her lip, looking away.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look back at me. “Don’t hide from me, Mary.”
Her eyes search mine, and I can see the conflict raging within her. She’s torn between her desire and something else, something I make it my mission to find out.
“Tell me you want this, Mary,” I demand, my voice harsh. “Tell me you want me.”
She hesitates, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But then, she nods. It’s a small nod, barely perceptible, but it’s there. And it’s all I need.
I slam my lips onto hers again, my hands gripping her body tightly. She moans into my mouth, her body arching into mine. I can feel her need, her desire.
My hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every inch. She’s mine. All mine. I growl against her lips, the thought of anyone else touching her driving me crazy.
I trail my lips down her neck, my hands sliding under her shirt. She shivers as my fingers brush against her skin, her breath hitching in her throat. I can feel her heart pounding, her body responding to my touch. She wants this. She wants me.
I push her shirt up, my lips finding her collarbone, her shoulder, her breasts. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound drives me wild, and I grip her harder, my body pressing against hers. I can feel her heat, her desire. It’s intoxicating. I bite her lip, and she cries out, but her body responds almost violently. Her hips thrust against me as she demands I take her.
But as much as I want her, she’s going to have to fucking beg for my dick. Even if I’m about to shoot my fucking load right here, right now, shewillbeg for it.
She claws my back as she tries to remove my T-shirt, more whimpers of need leaving those luscious lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasp, my fingers pinching her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp. Blood rushes to my dick, and I gaze at her: wild, untamed, beautiful. I reach up to grab her short hair, yanking it back so she gasps.
“You...” she whispers, her tongue slipping over her bottom lip as her eyes roll. “I want you.”
Chapter 15
Colton
Mary’s pressing into me now, her hips moving in a subtle rhythm that tells me everything. She wants this. She’s losing herself in it, in me.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her pants, teasing the bare skin beneath. “Say it again,” I growl, wanting to hear it from her lips.
Ineedto hear it.
“I—” Her voice breaks, and she swallows hard, eyes closing for a moment. “I want this.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I kiss her hard, swallowing her gasp as my hand moves lower, fingers finding her cunt.
“So fucking wet for me,” I hiss as her cunt clenches around my greedy fingers. She’s needy, and it drives me fucking wild. I grip her tighter, pulling her into me as my fingers slide into her, teasing her, feeling her.
Her hands are on me now, pulling at my shirt, desperate.
