Page 19 of Quiet Rage (Wicked Falls Elite #5)

Tamson

I’m awake before my alarm rings. Actually, I’ve been up for most of the night.

It’s hard to sleep when Kellen is in my bed, his huge body taking up most of the mattress space.

I don’t know why he came or why he is still here but being next to him feels like being next to a wild animal.

One wrong move, and you might get eaten alive.

I’ve tried to leave the bed twice, hoping to sleep on the couch instead, but each time Kellen woke up and told me to lie back down. The last time I tried to escape was hours ago; now it’s morning, and the first few rays of sunshine have made it through my window.

My alarm rings, and though I knew it was coming, I flinch at the loud noise. Reaching over quickly, I stop the sound by pushing the button. Kellen stirs next to me.

I lift my blanket and try to get out of bed, but a large hand wraps around my arm, pulling me back.

“Stay,” he orders in a sleepy voice.

“I need to take a shower and go to work,” I explain, hoping that will be enough to let me go.

“Skip the shower,” he demands, keeping his hold on my arm. He isn’t gripping me hard enough to hurt, but it’s firm enough to let me feel his strength.

I nod my head, settling back into the mattress, when he suddenly lets go of me. I don’t even have time to be relieved before he moves again. Rolling over on top of me, he cages my upper body in with his thick arms.

I can’t move an inch to my side but there is still a little bit of space between my and his chests. Desperate to keep it that way, I place my palms on his stomach and start to push him away from me. It’s like trying to move a wall.

He glances down to where I’m touching him before he locks eyes with me. There is something in his intense gaze that almost looks like disappointment.

“Don’t fight me,” Kellen suddenly says, his voice so surprisingly soft that I don’t comprehend what he is saying until he shifts his weight and wedges his knee between my thighs. My body moves on its own, my legs parting until Kellen’s big form is settled between them.

We’re both wearing clothes, but I can feel how hard he is through the layers. He rubs himself against me, making it crystal clear what he wants. Mortified, I give him a pleading look.

“Kellen, I can’t do this with you,” I say, my voice shaky and desperate.

His eyes never leave mine. “Yes, you can.”

I shake my head. “You are too big,” I argue, remembering how I struggled to take him in my mouth.

“I’ll make sure you are ready,” he shoots back at me.

I don’t even know what that means. All I know is that my heart is about to beat out of my chest with anxiety. I can’t do this. Not with him. I can’t give him that part of myself.

I close my eyes. A single tear slips from the corners and runs down my cheek. Kellen catches the tear with his lips, gently kissing my cheek. His hot breath fans over my skin when he speaks again.

“Don’t fight me,” he repeats, but this time it sounds less than a threat and more like a prayer. He says it like he really doesn’t want me to fight, which means he wants me to give in.

I swallow, but the lump in my throat stays stuck. I don’t know what to do or if I even have a choice at all. Yes, I could refuse to submit and fight him, but there is no chance I would win that fight. He is so much bigger than me; he could easily pin me down with one hand.

I feel so helpless and weak. There is just nothing I can do. He holds all the power here.

Defeated, I peel my hands away from his stomach and let my arm fall beside me. He pulls his face away from mine, a triumphant smile plays on his lips.

He shifts his weight until he is propped up on one of his elbows. His now free hand disappears between us, into my pajama shorts and panties. I gasp when his fingers slide over my pussy lips. No one has ever touched me like this, and it feels foreign to have him do it now.

I expect him to be rough and hurt me, but he surprises me with his gentle touch. He parts my lips and runs one of his fingers over my clit. I suck in a quick breath at the sensation, startled by how good this feels.

Kellen grins at my reaction, looking satisfied with himself as he continues to draw small circles over my clit.

I think I'm in shock, because it takes me a while to realize what he is doing. He is trying to make me come. I don’t know why this is so unbelievable to me. I guess I just don’t understand why. He has forced me to do stuff with him before but that was for his pleasure. This is different.

He adds more pressure and increases his speed, making it hard to think. Pleasure blooms between my legs despite the fact that I don’t want it to.

Kellen relentlessly works my clit, until I can’t hold back an orgasm any longer. With a soft moan, I come apart. My hips buck against his hand, riding the wave of pleasure until I come crashing back down to earth.

As soon as the pleasure fades, I feel guilty for letting it happen.

“You look beautiful when you come,” Kellen surprises me yet again, this time with a compliment. I don’t know how to take it, so I say nothing back.

His fingers slide through my now wet folds until he makes it to my entrance. He pushes the tip of his finger inside, making me tense up. He holds still until I can force myself to relax again. He pushes in a little further, and pressure builds between my legs.

“I can feel your virginity,” Kellen whispers. “I think it will hurt less if I break it with my finger.”

He doesn't give me time to think about it, let alone respond. He shoves his finger inside of me, breaking through my hymen with a sharp pain.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and my lips part on a cry, but Kellen’s lips descend on mine, silencing me at once. His kiss is soft and sweet, the way I always hoped my first kiss would be. I just didn’t think it would be with him.

The pain between my legs subsides, and now I just feel full. That changes when Kellen starts to move again. He slowly pumps in and out of me. The friction causes a pleasant sensation.

He is still kissing me when he presses his thumb to my clit and curls the finger inside of me.

Bursts of pleasure have me squirming beneath him.

My hips move, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to get away or closer.

My body is confused, my mind even more so.

His touch should hurt, yet it feels so good.

He adds a second finger, stretching me out while keeping pressure on my clit. I feel another orgasm approaching, and I already know there is no fighting it.

Kellen moves faster, his skilled finger working me until I can’t hold it in any longer. My back arches, and my thighs quiver as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

My fingers grab hold of the sheets beneath me. I moan into his mouth, my whole body spasming before I relax back into the mattress, breathing heavy.

He breaks the kiss, but stays, hovering close to my face, so I’m forced to look into his heated eyes. He slowly pulls his finger from inside of me before he pushes himself up on his knees.

Without a word, he dips his fingers into my waistband and pulls my shorts as well as my panties down my legs. Nervously, I let my thighs fall apart and watch him unzip his jeans. He pulls out his cock, and fear takes hold of me once more.

How am I going to take him inside of me?

My breath quickens when he guides himself to my entrance. The smooth head of his cock presses against me, and my pussy is forced to stretch around him. Pressure turns into pain as he pushes in further. A whimper falls from my lips, and he stops moving.

“Try to relax,” he says, like it would be easy.

I breathe through the pain until it becomes a dull ache. Kellen waits for me to get adjusted before he gives me another inch of him. Pain flares again, but this time it fades a little quicker.

He repeats the motion, slowly forcing his way into my body until I’m so full, I feel like I’m being split in half. I look down to where we are joined, realizing he is only halfway in, but I can feel him pressing up against my cervix.

Kellen leans back over me, covering his body with his before he starts to move again. He pulls out a few inches just to thrust back into me. This time it doesn’t hurt badly, but I still have a hard time relaxing.

He brings his face close to mine and starts peppering soft kisses over my forehead, down my temple, and across my cheek. He snakes one arm around me, pulling me against his chest until there is no space between us.

With each stroke I grow wetter, more pliant, and Kellen moves in and out of me easier. My pussy still feels overstuffed, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. I finally relax my stiff muscles, letting my body sink back into the mattress.

“I want you to come again,” Kellen says, his voice strained like he is trying to hold back.

I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“You keep saying that…and I'm going to keep proving you wrong.”

He shifts his body, hitting a spot deep inside of me that has me squirming in his hold.

“I want you to slide your hand between us and touch yourself,” he orders roughly. When I don’t do it right away, he adds, “I have all day, dragonfly. I won’t stop fucking you until I feel you come around my cock.”

His threat has my hand moving on its own. I slide it down my stomach until my fingers brush against my swollen clit. It’s very sensitive, and I keep my touch light as I rub circles over the small bundle of nerves until pleasure sparks.

I continue working myself, concentrating on the pleasant feelings between my legs. Kellen starts kissing my neck just when a moan slips from my lips. Embarrassed, I close my mouth.

With my fingers on my clit, it doesn't take long before I can feel another orgasm approaching, only this time it feels different, more intense. Pressure builds and I feel overwhelmed. I want to stop rubbing myself, but Kellen’s words loom over me. He won’t stop until I come again.

My legs shake, and my pussy clenches around Kellen’s cock, making him groan against my skin. I throw my head back into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut as my whole body tightens. I bite the inside of my cheeks, keeping me from moaning again as I come apart.

Pleasure like I never felt before floods through me, making me forget that I didn’t want this.

Kellen rocks into me through my orgasm. My pussy convulses around him, my clit pulses against my fingertips as I slowly come down. My body feels heavy and sated, my mind clouded by the rush of endorphins.

Kellen suddenly sits up, pulling out of me, he takes his cock into his hand and pumps it roughly. His face contorts with pleasure when he comes with a guttural groan. Ropes of cum shoot out of him and land on my skin.

He strokes himself a few more times, more cum dripping from his tip and onto my pussy lips. I stare at him blankly, not sure what to do or say next.

I watch him shove his cock back into his jeans and zip up. He gets up from the bed.

“Don’t move,” he tells me before disappearing into the bathroom.

Only when I’m alone do I start processing what just happened. Dread and shame settles in my gut.

Kellen returns moments later, a towel in his hand. He sits on the bed and holds it against my pussy. The towel is wet and warm, comfortable and soothing on my skin. He gently wipes his cum away until I’m clean.

“This didn’t mean anything.” Kellen’s words slice through me. I don’t know why they hurt so much. Of course this didn’t mean anything to him.

I don’t know what this experience will mean to me, but I already know I have to deal with the aftermath for a while.

He took my virginity, forced me to give it to him.

Now he is getting up from the bed, looking down at me with an icy stare.

I think he is going to say something else, but his lips remain pressed together in a thin line.

He turns around and walks out of my room. The door closes, and I suck in a shaky breath. I push my legs together and sit up, wincing at how sore I am. Carefully, I get up and get dressed, pretending nothing happened, because if I try to deal with this now, I won’t make it through the day.