Chapter 6
Mira
“I don’t want to sleep with you.” I was pretty proud of the sneer in my voice, despite how the word “fuck” whispered into my ear in his molten voice nearly made my ovaries explode. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
“No dice.” Blaine shifted his hold on me so he could keep both my wrists in one hand, spread my legs with his knees—and then proceeded to reach down, his fingertips grazing against the front of my panties.
The thin fabric clung to my skin from the wetness, and when he trailed his fingers further down, I knew he could feel the outline of my lips without any problems.
I shuddered at the trickle of desire that followed, but bit back a wanton moan out of spite. I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction of knowing how strongly I reacted to him—even if it was impossible to hide the ruined state of my panties.
Then he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and brushed up and down my slit a few times before caressing my taut clit.
I couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp as a burst of pleasure rocked through me, nor could I stop my legs from widening further, pushing my pelvis up in an involuntary invitation.
“Soaked.” Blaine removed his hand from my panties and held it up between us. I couldn’t see much, but the scent of my arousal was heavy in the air between us. He breathed in deeply and then sucked on his fingers with a lewd pop. “And fucking delicious.”
“You’re an evil prick.” Despite the harsh words, my voice lacked any sort of conviction. The fog of lust made it impossible to remember why I hated him so much.
“You’re an obnoxious prude.” Blaine’s snarl had all the richness of a prowling tiger. He tugged on my panties again, once to test and then once more, hard, snapping the waistband with ease. “And you’re gonna get fucked.”
I gasped when he touched my pussy again, fully this time. He rubbed along my puffy lips, coating his thumb before he pressed in hard against my clit.
“Blaine!” I was only half aware that I’d cried out his name when he began circling the little nub, too overcome with the sharp sensations of pure bliss that rocked through my nerves for every round of his thumb.
It felt like nothing had before. Maybe it was the week’s worth of tension finally finding a way to be released, or perhaps it was just the sheer animal attraction I’d had for him ever since he walked into my office. Whatever it was, it left me blind-sided, panting and whimpering for his touch like a cat in heat.
“Inside! I need you inside!” I arched my back up, desperate to feel what my body craved with every pulse of blood through my veins. It didn’t matter that he was a cocky bastard, nor that I was faintly aware that I was meant to be scared of him. All that mattered was his hard body and the thickness I’d glimpsed between his legs earlier. He had what I needed, and I needed it now. I dug my nails into his chest to make sure he understood my urgency.
Blaine grunted as my nails penetrated his skin, but it worked as intended. He shifted above me, and suddenly his fingers were replaced by something warm, hard, and thick.
“Fuck!” His hissed outburst drowned out the hitch in my breath when he pressed in, seating the head of his fat cock with one push. “Damn, you’re tight.”
I whimpered in response. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and Blaine wasn’t just equipped for show. My channel trembled around him, fighting to accommodate his girth, but all I felt was pure, unadulterated desire. I needed him deep, and I needed him now.
“More! Give me more!”
“And so goddamn demanding,” he added, but he obeyed nevertheless. A flex of his hips and his thick cock drove home, all the way to my very core.
“Oh!” I dug my nails into him again, too overcome with the sensation of being filled to the brim to care if I drew blood. This was exactly what I needed—to be taken, to fuck—to lose my mind to the sweet rush of endorphins. “God, yes!”
Blaine didn’t give me much of a chance to get used to the feel of being penetrated so deeply. With a grunt he pulled his hips back, only to slam them against mine again the next second. I cried out as wild pleasure ripped through my pelvis and wrapped my legs around his hamstrings, mindlessly clutching on to the source of the ecstasy.
Again he moved, and I moved with him, rolling my hips up to meet his blows, even as the power of them made a dull ache mix with the pleasure. It didn’t matter—I wanted it hard, and I needed it rough. I bit his shoulder and scratched his back to make him give me everything he had.
An animalistic snarl ripped from Blaine’s throat, and the next second, I learned exactly what it meant to be truly and thoroughly fucked.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. And then he unleashed every ounce of that barely-contained fury I’d seen in his eyes all day.
Blaine’s thick cock pounded into me, forcing my pussy wide all the way to the depths of my being. The thick rim of his head rubbed the full length of my tight sheath, pummeling my G-spot over and over and over. His hips slapped against my arse, beating the brutal rhythm into my flesh as well as my pussy. He moved like a demon possessed, forcing me to take every inch with no mercy and no respite.
It was exactly what I needed.
The dull ache in me turned to pain at his roughness, but I relished it all the more. And underneath him, I finally let go.
I screamed until my throat was sore, I thrashed and bucked and cried. All the fear, all the anger and despair—I released it all while the man who was now my husband despite both our wishes fucked me like I’d never even imagined possible.
When I finally crested, he came with me.
Pleasure so strong it felt like it would splinter my pelvis ripped through my abdomen from my pussy and spread into every cell of my body, leaving me numb and completely unable to move. I was faintly aware of Blaine’s gasp of pleasure and the warm rush of his semen deep inside, but not even when he kissed my jawline a few times before brushing his mouth against mine did I manage to wrestle my mind free of its endorphin high. Everything was calmness and bliss, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was truly at peace.
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