Page 24 of Redemption
Picking up the pace, he’s still holding my arms. I moan louder with every thrust, my noises mingling with his low grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly he pulls out and grabs my hips, spinning me around and pulling me up so I’m on my elbows and knees.
“You are so fucking tight,” he gasps as he pushes inside from behind.
I shudder, crying out as he hits deep, too deep, taking more than I can give.
“Careful,” I squeal, trying to inch forward, to relieve the pressure.
He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, slamming me down on his cock, over and over. I have no control. He’s like a mountain, all muscle, all ruthless beast. His hand finds its way to between my legs, to my clit, teasing it, rubbing against it as he keeps thrusting hard in me.
My head spins, the pressure builds, and him in me isn’t that bad anymore. Teetering on the edge, my body indecisive for a few eternal seconds, I then scream uncontrollably as my second orgasm of the night claims every cell of my body. Spasming around his cock, thrashing under him, I wail with abandon. He keeps up the pressure on my clit, giving me no reprieve, and I can’t fucking believe it, but I come again, not as strong, not giving me a blackout, but still shattering me into a trembling mess.
Christian pulls me to him hard one last time, then he roars out his own release, swelling in me, twitching.
He falls on top of me, heavy, crushing me under his weight, his chest hot and slick with sweat, his cock still buried deep in me.
My whole being tingles. It was good, so good. And it was just as rough and worrying as I imagined it would be, that foreboding feeling I had that made me back off every previous time.
I couldn’t back out tonight. He took what he wanted. Me. And… I kind of liked it.
“You’re heavy,” I pant.
He’s still in me, still hard. Something tells me he isn’t done. Something tells me he won’t listen if I say thatIam. It scares me and excites me. Meeting Christian, letting him in, is like allowing the naughtiest, most forbidden fantasies to come alive. The ones you never, ever meant to fulfill.
Christian grabs around my chest and pulls me with him, sitting up, still spearing me, spreading my legs wide apart. My back rests against his sweaty, rapidly rising and falling chest. The heat he exudes makes me shudder.
His hands find my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples harder and harder until I squirm and mewl. It’s like everything with him. It both hurts and ignites. Rocking his hips, he begins to thrust in me again, slowly, lazily. My eyes almost roll back from the sensation. I put my still tied hands between my legs, rubbing my over sensitized clit.
“Ah-ah. Put your arms over your head.”
“It hurts. I can’t sit like that.”
He thrusts harder, gripping my arm. “I wasn’t asking.”
A thrill runs through me at his demanding tone. “You can’t force me.”
My heart nearly stops from the shock of my own bold statement. I realize he can do just that.
A low growl rumbles through his chest, reverberating through me, making me forget how to breathe. Oh my God.
His breath is hot on my ear as he leans in closer. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
He pushes me up off his cock, off his lap. His seed begins to dribble along the insides of my thighs as I stand on shaky legs, disoriented from the sudden change of position. Grabbing around my waist, he hoists me over his shoulder and makes his way up the stairs, toward my bedroom.
“Hey!” I slam my fists against his back, and kick my legs, reeling when he slaps me on my butt. Hard. “God! What are you doing? Let me down!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Tonight, you’re mine, Kerry Jackson, the sooner you realize that and submit, the better.”
My heart thrashes in my chest at his words.His?I’m not his.Submit?
He kicks open my bedroom door and dumps me on the bed. I scramble back, my breath catching in my throat. My mind spins. I’m actually afraid. What’s he doing?
“You’re not raping me!”
He chuckles as he grips my ankle, preventing me from scooting even further back. “I’m not raping you, girl. I’m just very… convincing.”
I try to free my leg, but he holds it down in a steel grip. Climbing up on the bed with me, he then grabs my hips and flips me over on my belly. I’m trapping my own arms under my chest and struggle to get them out when yet another brutal smack lands on my butt.