Page 75 of Massacre Monday
Ryan hurries up the stairs and the noise of muffled speech dies out as he dips down a dark hallway, my heart pounding even harder as we approach ornate double closed doors at the end of a twisted path.
This is it… I guess it’s now or never. Virginity stolen by my stalker.
He slams the doors behind us with a kick, then hoists me onto a bed, a gasp leaving my lungs as I take in the space.
The room is lit with golden tea lights. Vases overflowing with crimson roses line every surface, with their petals spilling over the floor, creating aromatic carpets. A red curtain hangs heavily from the ceiling over the black four-poster bed, which is rich with velvety fabric.
“Did you set this all up?” I ask breathily.
Ryan returns from locking the door and flips off his mask, the look on his face making my stomach do a somersault. He seems predatory, but also hopeful?
“Yes.”
“Getting me to the party, upstairs, the chase… Everything?”
His fingers slip underneath one of my handcuffs and release it with the push of a button before he slides my body up the bed, then clips it again so I’m attached to the rail of the headboard. “How else would I get my girl here?”
Shirking off his wet clothes, he strips bare, his cock firm and ready for me. I tug on the metal surrounding my hands, sliding up farther until the pile of pillows supports my back.
“Do I need to lock down your legs? It’ll hurt worse if I do,” he says, casually stroking his veiny girth at the end of the bed.
Shallow breaths cause my breasts to rise in my dress, which has pulled down and reveals the top crescents of my hard nipples.
Shaking my head, I tell him honestly. “No.”
When he slips onto the bed, his thighs slide underneath mine as he rakes his granite length through my pussy lips to line himself up. Serious eyes meet my face as he considers me for a moment, hesitating. I brace myself for impact, but he only hovers there, slipping the bulbous head a few inches inside.
“Fuckingsoaked, pink cheeks.”
One of his thumbs glides over my neck as he holds me in place. Tensing, I squeeze my eyes shut, resisting the instinct to relax beneath him. The longer he cradles himself there, the more desperate and anxious I feel. If only he would move…
“Just…justtakeit,” I whisper.
“Open your eyes, then, Pen. Look at me.”
As soon as I do, they heat with emotion, threatening to spill tears over my face at the way Ryan Cardell peers back at me.
It’s as if he’s seen god.
It terrifies me how much I want to be seen like that. Like I’m a miracle he’s about to worship—then destroy. And I want him to. Completely.
What if this is all he was in it for? To take me and conquer me like he said he would. The way he’s staring at me now makes that seem impossible. But I’ve been a fool before.
Without a second’s hesitation, he shifts his hips up and pierces into me with a shocking thrust.
“Oh, fuck…”
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Pippi’s pussyis so fucking tight, my back molars grind as I work myself deeper inside her vise grip. When I bust through her barrier, every muscle in my body twitches.
“Fuck… I think I’m gonna come.”
A little whimper escapes her throat as she squirms, causing much desired friction over my throbbing cock. My hands steady her hips to hold her firmly in place.
“Shh, pink cheeks.Please. I’m begging you not to move.” It would be just my luck that I’d come in two seconds during the first time with my woman.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she lets loose a sob, her breasts popping out of her tiny red dress. “It hurts.” I try not to pay any attention to the jiggle of her tits as she talks. If I do, she’s about to get a hot load, and fast.
