Page 5 of Save Me
I open my eyes and he is glaring down at me. “You’re fucking pissed, Vogue. We can’t do this.”
“No,” I say quickly, grabbing him as he moves away. “Please, Thayer. Don’t leave me.”
“This isn’t right.”
“Do it anyway.”
“You’re making it difficult to walk away.”
“Then don’t.”
“I’m going,” he says and stands up. He pulls his pants back on but leaves them undone as he picks up his tee.
I sit up, the rejection dousing the drunkenness. Suddenly I feel as sober as a judge.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” I growl and climb off the bed.
“Go to sleep, Vogue,” he says dismissively and walks towards the door, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.
He reaches for the door handle, but I’m quick, slamming my hand on it. “If you leave, you won’t get another chance.”
“Don’t threaten me,” he snarls, turning on me. “I’m trying to do the right thing. Don’t be a bitch.”
“Fuck you,” I spit and slap him across his face so hard, my palm leaves a mark.
He hisses, turning his furious eyes to mine. We glower at each other for a moment too long, but then he flings his tee down and grabs me, slamming me up against the door, jarring every bone in my body.
“You want my cock, Vogue? Hmm?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, but really, I’m screaming inside that I need him. Like this. Rough and frightening.
He grabs my hips and lifts me, pressing his hard body to mine, pinning me to the door.
He fumbles between us and drives his cock into me without another word, his other hand going around my throat, tighter than I’m comfortable with.
I cry out, but it’s choked off as he tightens his grip.
He slams into me with such force, I think the door is going to give way, but it’s exactly what I need.
“Fuck,” I wheeze. “Harder.”
He gives me a vicious smirk and kisses me, thrusting his tongue roughly into my mouth before he bites my bottom lip hard, drawing blood. I moan into his mouth, soaking his cock as it’s turning me on more than I can put into words. He grabs my ass with both hands and steps back, crossing over to the floor-length window in this luxurious room, pressing me up against the cool glass where anyone could see us if they were looking.
I hope they are.
The idea makes my pussy clench around him, and I come all over his cock, screaming his name before he presses his hand to my throat again.
“You like that? You like it rough, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and he steps back again.
A few steps, and he flings me on the bed, twisting me quickly so he can slap my ass hard enough to leave a burning mark.
“That’s for slapping me,” he growls and then spanks me again. “That is for making me fuck you while you’re drunk.”
“Ah,” I moan into the sheets, my hands gripping them tightly before he enters me again from behind, rampantly fucking me, his hands bruising my hips in his death grip.
“You still want me, Vogue?”
