Page 24 of Broken Discipline
I increased my weight on her chest. Her breath pushed out of her lungs.
“I could squash you like a bug right now,” I said.
“You’re crazy,” she wheezed.
I raised my foot and her lungs expanded with air. I bent down, going to my hands and knees, locking her in between my limbs. As I pressed the switchblade to her neck, she stilled. Her eyes locked with mine, that intense brown gaze penetrating me. Her knees shook, but her lips were open, begging to be conquered.
“Another simple door,” I said, nodding toward the front of the apartment. “All you have to do is run.”
“You have a knife to my neck,” she murmured. “How could I run away from you?”
As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew the truth. It didn’t matter if I had a knife pressed against her throat or a boot on her chest, she’d still be here, underneath me. Curious. Desperate.
And completely mine.
I lifted the blade, relaxing my stance.
“Go, little prey,” I said. I propped myself up on my knees, then inched backward, away from her. She had her escape now. “Run.”
Those fiery, sugar brown eyes burned into me. A vein in her neck pulsed, but another minute ticked by, and then another—each one longer than the last. She pressed her lips together, her eyes lowering to my chest. She propped herself up on her elbows, but still, she didn’t run.
Just like I thought.
I dropped to my hands and knees again, pinning her between my limbs, the knife against her neck again.
“What?” I growled. “You want this, don’t you, little prey?” Her brow furrowed, but her vision was glossy, melting as I dragged the point against her skin. “No,” I said, letting my words brush her cheek. “‘Prey’ doesn’t come running toward danger. Prey runs from it. But you, Ramona? You followed me. And when you had the chance to run, you stayed.” I bit her ear hard enough that her whole body twitched. “So tell me, little slut. What should I do with you now? How are you going to make it up to me?”
I pressed my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue fought against mine, but I increased the pressure of the knife enough to remind her of our positions, and her body relaxed. She surrendered, her legs laced around my back, pulling me closer to her, as if I was her prey. That thought overwhelmed me, and I pushed back. The pink blouse was loose on her chest, tantalizing me.
Time to cut it off.
The blade frayed the fabric. Ramona gasped, but she stayed still, mesmerized as I cut off her clothing.
The shredded scraps fell around her like a bird’s nest. She covered her stomach but I pushed her hands to the side, pinning her down. A pink scar flashed on her arm, but it was her stomach that caught my attention. It was rippled with silvery stretch marks, like links in a fence. I ran my hands over the skin, completely entranced by this part of her. The delicate marks of her pregnancy.
I couldn’t stop myself. I ran my tongue over the marks, my dick growing fuller. I wish I had seen her like that, with a huge, fertile belly, like a goddess. But now that I had her, pinned to the ground beneath me, her flesh against my tongue, it turned me on so damn much. She wasreal,and that realness was marked in her skin. I grabbed a handful of her small tits, then sucked on her round nipples. Her nipples hardened in my mouth. She moaned, sending chills down my spine.
I wanted to own her pussy until she squeezed the life out of my dick. But I pulled back, letting the knife stray from her skin. Her eyes glazed over in lust, but they never left mine. Her limbs were relaxed and tense at the same time, full of weighty lust. Those stretch marks danced across her stomach like drops of rain on cement, and I wanted to drown myself in every part of her. And right now, she was naked and helpless against her desire. She wanted me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I murmured. Her lips parted, expelling a long breath. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling out my throbbing dick. I leaned back on my palms, once again pinning her between my limbs, then positioned my cock right at her pussy hole, teasing her wet slit. Her arousal drenched the head of my cock and the pre-cum oozed out of my tip. I was desperate to feel her. Everything about her was glossy with need, and that need was destroying the last bit of composure that I had.
Her brown eyes stayed on mine, and for a second, I saw everything inside of her. Our past. Our present. Our future.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I plunged my dick into her pussy, her warmth enveloping me in pure desire. She cried out, her cheeks crimson, her sour, musky scent tingling my nose. A raw hunger drove through me, making me mad. I thrust my hips, her velvet walls constricting around me. She felt so damn good. I couldn’t handle it. I stopped my hips, gritting my teeth together. If I moved another inch, I’d come like a horny teenager.
“You know how long it’s been since I’ve fucked a woman?” I murmured. “I’ve waited for you, Ramona.” With those words, I circled my hips, her fleshy walls massaging my dick. A sweet little moan escaped her lips, and I grabbed the knife again, pressing the tip to her chin, forcing her to look at me. A tiny drop of blood dotted her skin, and her lips opened, waiting for me. I dropped the blade, wrapping my arms around her head like it was a handle, then pushed as deep as I could inside of her. Her cervix pushed against the head of my cock, and her mouth dropped open into a sensual scream. My tongue penetrated her mouth, silencing her, and this time, she gave back. Our tongues danced together, letting me take everything inside of her. Her control. Her need. Like she needed this as much as I did.
But that thought stopped me. Even if she hadn’t chosen to participate in the Masquerades, she had chosen to marry Bruce. She had been with other men, and it was my fault that I had waited this long.
I kept thrusting, but my dick softened. The harder I thrust, the angrier I became. It was no use. Ramona stilled, the lust clearing from her eyes. Her brows twitched in question, to ask why I had stopped.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to teach her a lesson, nothing more.
But she was taking my last ounce of control.
I pushed myself up to my feet. Ramona propped herself up on her palms, then her eyes traced from my boots up to my lips, like she wanted me to stand on her again, to treat her like she was powerless.
