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I had to shut my eyes again. Had to bite my lip as I felt myself part around him. I was so wet there wasn’t much resistance, but he was big. The burn of soft sensitive tissues stretching tore a groan from me, but there was no other pain. A good thing too because the pleasure just about crushed me.

I couldn’t stop the whimper that broke from me, or the way I shivered and shook. He pushed deeper, the pressure of his fingers on my hips adding to the sensations and making everything more real, more intense.

He was inside me. He was where I’d fantasized him being for so long.

I was his now, the way I’d always wanted to be.

Something wet rolled down the sides of my face and I could taste salt. But it couldn’t be tears, because why would I be crying? It was just him and it was so amazing, and yet so intense, and also painful and…and God. God, just everything.

I bit my lip again to stop the tears, and the pain helped clear my head, but not for long. Because he began to slide out of me, then back in, a long, slow glide that tore yet more incoherent sounds from me.

My grip on my determination began to slip. I couldn’t fight any more. I couldn’t hold out, not against this. Not against him.

Rage at my own weakness caught in my throat. I’d wanted to prove to him that I was different, that I wasn’t just another woman he’d fucked. Get to him the way he got to me, but Iwasjust the same, wasn’t I?

This wasn’t special to him.Iwasn’t special. I’d made him hard, but that wasn’tme.That was just sex.

I’d failed.

I swallowed, desperately holding back the pressure from all those emotions and physical sensations, then he said, in a voice so deep and rough I hardly recognized it, “Open your eyes, Isabel.”

Helpless to resist, I opened them. His gaze was blacker than space, fierce and hungry. The look on his face was taut, every muscle in his body rigid with tension.

“Now,” he ordered roughly. “Come for me, little girl. Come for me,now.”

Oh, Jesus, finally…

I let go, screaming as the relentless, agonizing pleasure rolled over me. And just before it ground me into dust, I caught a glimpse of him, his lips peeling back, his face tightening, his hips moving faster, harder, a roar escaping him as it caught him too, and buried him in the dust with me.

14

Caleb

Ifelt as if someone had crept up behind me and hit me over the head hard with an iron bar. My head was ringing like a bell, the effects of the orgasm echoing and resounding through my body.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex that intense, and I’d had a lot of sex.

It was long minutes before I could move, so I held onto Isabel’s hips, struggling to get my breath back, my cock still buried deep inside her.

She was lying on her back in front of me, her hands thrown above her head, her wrists till tied. Her hair was spread all over the carpet, some curls stuck to her damp forehead and neck like little tongues of fire.

Her cheeks were just as red, and shiny from the tears that leaked slowly from beneath her red lashes. Her mouth was swollen and bitten, blood on her lower lip. The sheen of sweat was on her skin, and it was deeply flushed everywhere. She looked ravaged.

What the fuck have you done to her?

I’d pushed her. I’d pushed her to the limit. I’d pushed her so fucking hard, and because she was Isabel, she’d given me the fight of her life, determined to hold out. And I’d lost myself.

I’d always known she’d had a will on her. So fucking fierce, so fucking strong. I’d made it as difficult as I could for her to obey me, because that’s what I did when I played this game. When I had a little brat who needed a lesson.

I’d given her plenty of chances to stop, to run, to say no, but she hadn’t.

She hadn’t given in, either.

She must have been in agony because pleasure could turn to pain in an instant. But she hadn’t told me to stop, and she hadn’t begged for relief. She’d held out. And in the end, it was me who’d given in. She’d needed the release and so did I.

I hadn’t expected it to be so intense, annihilating almost. It had been a long time since an orgasm had left me so I couldn’t move. A long time since I’d wanted to fuck a woman again within seconds of coming the first time.

You sick motherfucker. Look at what you’ve done to her.