Page 26 of Intrigue
“Next time, you won’t be so lucky, Sandro.”
It’s ominous, the way she says it, but again, I’ve been through worse so this doesn’t move me. Except, with the danger out ofthe way and the pain a little bit manageable, I see all that she is and I lose control.
“Come here…”
“You should go now.”
“Selene…”
She walks to me and raises a hand sharply. At first, I think she’s going to hit me but then it stays steadfast on my cheek. Without speaking, she gently caresses my face, eyes dark and cloudy with something I oddly recognize as desire.
“If you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna have to take you right here.”
When her trembling fingers drift downward to my mouth, I suck them into my mouth. It’s a dare. A filthy, twisted dare, and I’m hard as fuck already, bleeding or not.
“Sandro…” she breathes, voice cracking with need, and doesn’t think to pull away.
I push her back against the island, her ass hitting the edge, and she climbs on it like she’s been waiting for me to ruin her. I spread her legs wide open in front of me and swallow hard, my throat dry with raw, animal hunger.
“I’ve been thinking about your body for so fucking long. Know how many times I’ve had to stroke my cock raw, picturing you spread out like this? Fuck it—let me have you… I need to be buried balls-deep inside your tight little cunt right now.”
“We…we…can’t…” she stammers, but her thighs tremble, parting wider, betraying every weak word.
I can’t wait anymore. The animalistic urgency to fuck this woman before me collides into me with such feral speed it feels like I’m possessed. I rip her flimsy dress off her body in one savage pull, the fabric tearing under my hands, and run a rough finger over her naked, hardened nipples. They’re begging for me, desperately. I cup her heavy tits in my hands and squeeze hard, kneading them like I own her. Her head lolls back, a slutty littlemoan slipping out as my hands claim her body, and I take that as my green light to drop my head down and suck her nipples into my mouth, biting just enough to make her squirm.
“Ooh…Sandro…we can’t,” she gasps, writhing beneath me aggressively. “I’m not going to have sex with you…please stop.”
But her protests are bullshit, and we both know it. There’s nothing we can do to stop this sick, delirious obsession consuming us both. I drag a greedy hand to the front of her soaked panties and flick the damp fabric aside, exposing her dripping pussy. She trembles in my arms, fighting me off with weak little pushes, but I’m too far gone to care. It’s a constant push and pull between us, this twisted dance of want and denial, but it happens, and I don’t stop.
“I told you, the more time it took for me to have you, the rougher I’d be—fuck, I warned you I’d wreck you,” I snarl, my voice thick with lust.
“Please stop…” she whimpers, but her hands fist in the front of my shirt, drawing me closer, and her legs spread wider, positioning my throbbing cock right against the slick heat of her pussy. I know a part of her wants to push me off, but there’s a bigger, darker part that’s screaming for me, that knows she’s mine, that our fucked up chemistry is a live wire ready to burn us both alive.
“I want you now!” I growl into the tangled fall of her hair before grinding my body into hers, my erection pressing against her through my pants. “I want to taste every goddamn inch of your skin, lick the sweat off your thighs, but we don’t have time, so I’m just gonna fuck you senseless instead.”
“I’m engaged,” she whispers, voice limp and pathetic. “No…Sandro…”
I undo my belt with a vicious yank, pull out my pulsing cock, and stroke it right in front of her, letting her see how fucking hard she makes me. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, and I smear itover my length, jerking myself harder as her lips part, her eyes locked on me like she’s starving for it.
I push her panties aside then and swipe one finger through her drenched folds, groaning at how wet she is. She jerks against me, nails clawing into my shoulders, and I shove another finger inside her, pumping in and out, obsessed with how her pussy clenches around me, slick and dripping, begging for more.
“Deny it all you want, but your cunt’s weeping for me. You’re mine, not his, say it, Selene, fucking say it!”
“I can’t.” She’s breathing hard, shivering like she’s about to break, but she chokes out, “Oh, God, this feels so…good…and so…bad.”
“Give in,” I growl, finger-fucking her faster, my thumb circling her clit. “You can hate me all you want with my hands tearing you apart, but let me have you here, now, because I need it. I need you, you little tease. I’m gonna split you open and make you scream.”
“Stop—Cassian’s—”
I cut her off with a brutal thrust, driving my cock into her so hard she cries out, her voice muffled against my shoulder as I pound into her with a force that’s pure, unhinged madness.
“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…so goddamn good…your pussy’s sucking me in like it’s starved.”
Selene wraps her legs around my hips and holds me tighter, locking me into her dripping heat like she’s claiming me back. “Say that again, please…” she whispers, voice shaky and needy. “Tell me I make you feel good…”
“I like it when you order me around,” I rasp, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful, my filthy little goddess. You make me feel…wonderful. Your tight pussy is like heaven, sucking me dry, and I’m gonna ruin it for anyone else.”
“Mm, that’s…oh, right there…yes…oh my God…” she moans, her hips bucking up to meet my brutal thrusts, her nails raking down my back like she wants to peel me open.