Page 70 of Her Name in Red
“Is this all you got?” she rasps with what little air I'm allowing her. “I thought you were going to show me something, Rhodes.”
Even now, pinned against a wall with my hand around her throat, she's challenging me. Pushing me. Making me crazier.
“Greedy little cunt,” I snarl, and her pussy clenches hard around me at the words. My other hand slides between us, fingers finding where we're joined. Without warning, I push two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her almost cruelly.
Her back arches off the wall, a strangled cry escaping her compressed throat. The sound is fucking gorgeous.
“Too much?” I taunt, pumping my fingers alongside my dick, feeling her stretch to accommodate the intrusion. “This what you needed? To be filled up, used, owned?”
Her eyes roll back, tears gathering at the corners from the intensity. I can feel her body trembling on the edge of something massive.
“Answer me,” I demand, easing the pressure on her throat just enough to let her speak.
“Yes,” she gasps, voice ragged. “Fuck yes.”
“You think you're so fucking smart,” I growl, hips slamming into hers with brutal force. “Think you've got me all figured out.”
“Poor little hockey boy,” she manages to rasp out. “So corrupted by the bad girl. By the town’s bloody fucking Mary.”
“You think this is a fucking game?” I growl in her ear, biting down on the lobe hard enough to make her gasp. “You think you're still in control?”
I twist my fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench and flutter. She's so fucking tight around both my cock and fingers, stretched to her limit. The wet sounds of her cunt taking everything I give her echo in the alley, mixing with our harsh breathing.
“This cunt belongs to me now,” I growl, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Say it.”
“Make me,” she challenges, even as her body betrays her, wetness flooding around my fingers and cock.
I laugh darkly, adding a third finger alongside the others, watching her mouth fall open in a silent scream. Her eyes roll back, body trembling violently against mine.
“Look at you,” I hiss, driving into her relentlessly. “Taking everything I give you. Stretched so wide you can barely think straight.”
Her nails are drawing blood from my shoulders, but the pain only fuels me. I twist my fingers again, pressing against her walls as my cock continues to pound into her.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I demand, teeth scraping down her neck. “Say it, Maren.”
She shakes her head, defiant even as her thighs quiver around my waist. I can feel her getting closer, her walls tightening rhythmically around the invasion.
“Fine,” I snarl, pulling my fingers out abruptly.
She whimpers, eyes flying open in protest. Before she can speak, I slam back in with three fingers alongside my cock, harder than before, my thumb finding her clit and pressing down.
“Fuck!” she screams, back arching violently off the wall.
“You come when I say,” I growl, stilling completely inside her. “And you don't get to come until you admit who this belongs to.”
Her eyes narrow, chest heaving. “You wouldn't dare.”
I pull out entirely, cock and fingers, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. Her eyes widen in genuine shock.
“Try me,” I challenge.
For a moment, we're at a standoff, both breathing hard. My cock throbs painfully, desperate to be back inside her, but I hold firm. I need to hear her say it.
“Riggs,” she whines, grinding against me, trying to take me back inside. “Please.”
“Say it,” I repeat, letting just the tip of my cock press against her entrance. “Three little words, Maren. 'It's yours, Riggs.' That's all you need to say.”
“Fuck you,” she gasps, but her voice breaks on the words.
