Page 129 of Unorthodox
He leans down close to me, hand still around my throat. “Look at me when you say it.”
I turn my head, meet his eyes in the dark. “W-why?” I ask him, running my hands up his shoulders, to his neck.
He doesn’t tell me to stop, and I don’t.
As he fucks me with his fingers, I dig my own into his smooth skin, marveling in the feel of him.
“Don’t ask me questions. Do as I say.” There’s a frustration in his voice. Awanting.
I push my luck, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. “What if I don’t?”
He breathes out a laugh and I smell the sweet scent of chocolate on his breath, with his face inches from mine. “I’ll hurt you.”
And maybe I shouldn’t want it, considering I know that he’s true to his word. Considering I still have lingering bruises on my throat, and those I definitelydidn’twant. But if this is hell, if I have to have something I hate, he might as well make it hurt.
It’ll feel like I deserve it that way.
“Say it, Addison,” he warns me between kissing the side of my face, over my lips. He fucks me harder, and I whimper, but I still don’t say it. “Say it, or I’m going to hit you.”
I tense, clenching around him.
He must feel it, because he laughs over my mouth. “Oh, don’t be scared, love.” He yanks my head to the side again, so he can speak over my ear.“It’ll only hurt a little.”
I flinch as he moves his hand from my jaw, my eyes closed tight.
“You want me to hit you so you can let yourself want it?”
I don’t speak as he runs his thumb over my clit, fingers still inside of me.
“You think you deserve all of this pain?”
I bite my lip, feel tears well up behind my eyes.
“You think you’re fucked up and this is the best you’ll get?”
My throat feels tight, but I still don’t open my eyes, and I don’t say a word, my face turned away from him.
He trails angry, violent kisses along the side of my neck, using his teeth to hurt me, then his tongue to soothe me. “If that’s what you think, who am I to change your fucking mind?” His mouth leaves my throat and he grabs my face, turns me toward him and slaps me, not hard as he carefully avoids any part of my face that he’s already hurt. But it’s still enough to sting.
I moan, calling him what he wants to hear as I arch my back.
He laughs. “That’s right, moan for me, baby girl.”
Shame and pleasure wash over me in one brutal wave as he keeps circling my clit with the pad of his thumb.
Gently, he rubs his hand over where he hit me, presses his mouth to my cheek. “You’re such a good little girl. You’re perfect.” Then he pulls his fingers from me and I turn my head to stare at him, dumbfounded.
Instead of saying anything, he shoves his pants and his boxers down, kicking them off when they get to his ankles. I do the same with my shorts, seizing the opportunity while I can.
He still has his shirt on as he settles down on top of me, his thick, hard cock pressed against my bare pussy. My knees fall to the side, and he positions himself against me.
“Tell me you want it this time, Addison.”
This time.
“I-I want it,” I whisper as he runs the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
He grabs my face with one hand, his eyes locked on mine.
