Page 7 of Infinite Darkness (The Artmaker Trilogy #2)

I stumbled to my room, my Kindle clutched tightly to my chest, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of our encounter.

My nipples were hard and pebbled, aching for more of his touch, and I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, coating my thighs.

His seed was also smeared on my stomach, a warm, sticky reminder of what had just transpired.

I threw myself onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my mind a whirlwind of emotions.

The memory of his touch, his words, his scent—it all consumed me, leaving me aching and desperate for more.

I could still feel the ghost of his fingers on my skin, his mouth on mine, his cock filling me, stretching me, claiming me.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but it only served to heighten my need.

I was torn, my body burning with desire, my mind reeling with a mix of fear, excitement, and something deeper, something darker.

The thought of him getting hard again, of him wanting me, needing me—it made my core clench, my breath hitch, my body yearn for his touch once more.

Without thinking, my hand snaked down, my fingers brushing over my stomach, coating themselves in his cum.

I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling his scent, a heady mix of musk and salt that made my head spin.

I could taste him on my lips, and I licked them, savoring the flavor, the memory of him.

I slid my fingers lower, brushing over my clit, and I gasped at the contact, my body jolting with pleasure. I was so sensitive, so ready, and the combination of his cum and my own arousal made me slick, my fingers gliding easily over my swollen flesh.

I started to rub, my fingers circling my clit, my hips bucking into my touch.

I imagined it was his hand, his fingers, his mouth on me, and I moaned, my body arching off the bed.

I slipped two fingers inside, curling them, hitting that spot that made me see stars, all while my thumb continued to rub circles around my clit.

I lost myself as a fantasy consumed me:

I'm on my back, legs kicking, trying to fight him off, but he's too strong.

Atticus looms over me, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity.

I scream, a raw, primal sound, as he forces my legs apart, pinning me down with his weight.

His hands are rough, calloused from years of.

.. what? I don't know, and I don't care.

All I know is that they're strong, and they're holding me in place, forcing me to take what he wants to give.

"No, stop!" I cry out, my voice trembling with fear and something else, something I can't quite name. "Please, Atticus, don't do this! I don't want this!"

But he doesn't listen. He never does. His grip tightens, and I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance.

I arch my back, trying to get away, but there's nowhere to go.

He's got me trapped, completely at his mercy.

I can feel his breath, hot and heavy, on my face, and I turn my head away, trying to escape the intimacy of it all.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, his voice low and husky as he starts to push inside. I cry out, a sharp pain mixing with an unwanted pleasure. "Relax, or it'll hurt more."

I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes. "Please, Atticus, I don't want this," I sob, but my body betrays me, my hips lifting slightly to meet his thrust. He's in deep now, filling me completely, and I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, owning me. It's too much, and not enough, all at once.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the brutality of his actions. "You're doing great. Just let go."

I clench my teeth, trying to hold back the moan building in my throat. I can't give him the satisfaction of knowing how good this feels, even if it's against my will. I reach down, my fingers finding my clit, pinching it harshly, trying to distract myself from the pleasure.

"No, don't touch yourself," Atticus growls, his hand covering mine, forcing my fingers to move in tight circles. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me tight."

My hand moves faster, pants filling my own ears as I feel liquid running down between my legs.

My arousal coating me. I ache to feel the obsession, the control I feel in his grasp.

I use my other hand to pinch my nipple as hard as I can, pure pleasure running through my body at the touch. Before loosing myself in my head again.

I shake my head, tears streaming down my face.

"No, I won't. I can't," I sob, but my body has other ideas.

My hips start to move in time with his thrusts, and I can feel an orgasm building, hot and intense, despite my protests.

It's like my body is betraying me, wanting this even if my mind doesn't.

"Atticus, please, I can't," I cry out, my voice breaking. "I've never... I can't..."

But it's too late. He's pushing me over the edge, his fingers working my clit with a skilled precision, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside.

I scream, a loud, shocked sound as I cum, my body convulsing around him.

I can feel myself squirting, the warm liquid spilling out, soaking us both.

It's a sensation I've never felt before, and it's overwhelming, almost too much to handle.

"No, what's happening?" I gasp, my body still shuddering with aftershocks. "Atticus, what did you do to me?"

He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.

I can taste myself on him, and it's intimate, too intimate.

I try to pull away, but he won't let me, his hand cupping my jaw, holding me in place as he devours my mouth.

I can feel him harden inside me, and I know he's not done.

I close my eyes, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me as I prepare for the next wave of pleasure-pain.

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. I can hear his breathing, ragged and heavy, and I know he's close. I reach up, my nails digging into his back, trying to push him away, but he just grinds against me, hitting that perfect spot inside, making me see stars.

"Atticus, please," I beg, my voice a broken whisper. "Please, I can't take anymore."

But he doesn't listen. He never does. He just keeps going, his body slamming into mine, his hand moving between us, his fingers working my clit in a relentless rhythm. I can feel another orgasm building, hot and intense, and I know I can't stop it. I'm at his mercy, completely and utterly.

"I'm cumming," I scream, my body convulsing as I squirt again, the sensation even more intense than the first time. "Atticus, I'm cumming!"

He groans, a low, guttural sound, and I can feel him pulse inside me, his hot seed filling me up. It's too much, and not enough, all at once.

The swirling need inside of me becomes too much, my clit swollen and nipples bursting with pleasurable pain. I can’t quite get over the edge, I need it so bad, the fantasy to come true, for him to hold me down, brutally fuck me.

A gasp fills my ears as I pinch my clit and just like that the crescendo falls down over my entire body.

I feel like I’m levitating, as I shut my eyes.

Moisture coating my thighs as wave after wave go through me like a tsunami.

I can hear my own voice crying out as I experience one of the strongest orgasms in my life.

As I come down from the high, guilt eats at me. I curl around a pillow, holding it tight against my body. Soaked in my own cum, and close my eyes.