Page 52 of The Enforcer's Possession
My hands found the zipper of her dress -- the emerald green one I’d chosen this morning -- and pulled it down with force that tore the delicate fabric.She didn’t protest.Just yanked at my already-ruined shirt until more buttons scattered across the floor.Her nails found my chest, raking down hard enough to leave marks that would last days.
“You want to mark me?”I broke the kiss long enough to get the words out.“Do it.Show everyone I’m yours the same way you’re mine.”
She did.Her teeth found my shoulder, biting hard enough that I groaned.The pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t separate them.Couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
I pulled her dress down her body with movements that were more tearing than undressing.She kicked off her heels and they hit the wall with sharp cracks.My hands found her breasts through the lace of her bra -- black, expensive, something I’d bought for her -- and I squeezed hard enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck you,” she panted against my mouth.
“That’s the plan.”I unclasped her bra with practiced efficiency, threw it aside, filled my hands with her bare flesh.Her nipples were hard against my palms, her skin hot beneath my fingers.“But first, I’m going to make you admit you want this.”
“I don’t --”
I pushed her backward and she fell onto the bed, landing among the pillows and scattered feathers.I followed her down, covering her body with mine, pinning her to the mattress with my weight.My mouth found her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breast.I bit down on the sensitive skin just above her nipple and felt her body arch beneath me.
“Liar.”I moved lower, trailing kisses and bites down her stomach.“Your body’s screaming the truth even when your mouth won’t.”
I hooked my fingers in her panties -- matching black lace -- and tore them away.She made a sound of protest that transformed into a moan when my hand found her center, confirming what I already knew.She was soaked.Desperate.Everything she claimed she wasn’t.
“You’re dripping for me.”I pushed two fingers inside her and felt her clench around them.“For years I’ve waited to feel this.To know what you feel like when you want me.”
“I don’t --” But the words broke off into a gasp when I curled my fingers, finding the spot that made her hips lift off the bed.
“You do.”I worked her with methodical precision, the same way I’d learned her body in our previous encounters.But this was different.This was her choosing it even while hating that she was choosing it.“And you’re going to come on my fingers while admitting it.”
She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face, trying to muffle the sounds escaping her throat.I pulled it away with my free hand and threw it across the room.
“No hiding.”My thumb found her clit, circling with the exact pressure I’d learned she needed.“I want to hear every sound.See every expression.Know exactly what I do to you.”
Her hands found my back, her nails digging in hard enough to draw blood.I felt the sting and the wetness and the satisfaction of being marked by her again.We were destroying each other with the same intensity we’d destroyed the bedroom.
I worked her higher, watching her face as the pleasure built.She fought it.Tried to resist the orgasm I was forcing on her.But her body betrayed every attempt at control, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers, her breathing going ragged.
“Come for me.”I leaned down and bit her breast hard enough to leave a mark.“Show me you’re mine.”
She shattered with a cry that was half rage, half surrender.I felt her clench around my fingers, felt her body arch and shake, watched her face transform with the force of the orgasm she’d tried so hard to resist.
Before she’d finished, I was positioning myself, pushing my pants down just enough to free myself.She was still shaking when I pushed inside her, filling her in one deep thrust that made us both groan.
“Fuck.”The word escaped her as I bottomed out, as deep as I could go.
“Yes.”I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.“That’s exactly what this is.”
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust claiming her completely.Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails in my back, her mouth finding mine in kisses that were more violence than affection.We moved together like we were fighting, like we were trying to hurt each other, like we were expressing something that had no words.
The bed scraped against the floor with each thrust.Something else crashed -- maybe another lamp, maybe a picture frame.I didn’t care.All I cared about was the woman beneath me, the way she felt wrapped around me, the sounds she was making despite trying to stay quiet.
“I hate you,” she panted against my mouth.
“I know.”I changed the angle, hitting the spot inside her that made her cry out.“Hate me while I make you come again.”
My hand found her clit, working it in time with my thrusts.She was already close -- I could feel it in how her body was tightening, how her breathing was getting more desperate.She fought it again, tried to resist the pleasure I was forcing on her.
“Let go.”I bit her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that would be visible tomorrow.“Stop fighting what you need.”
She broke with a scream that I swallowed with my mouth on hers.Her body clenched around me so hard I saw stars, her orgasm triggering my own.I came inside her with a groan, every muscle tensing with the intensity of it.
We collapsed together, both of us breathing hard, both of us covered in marks and blood and sweat.I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she was tucked against my chest.Her body was still trembling with aftershocks.Mine was too.
