Page 84 of Forbidden Fruit
“Louder.”
“You, Sir!”
“Damn right.” His pace becomes punishing, dragging me right to the edge. “You’ll never forget this dick, Blair,” he growls. “And after I ruin you, you’ll thank me for it.”
Every thrust knocks the breath from my lungs, every filthy growl making my clit throb with insane, unbearable pleasure.
I’m already so close. I shouldn’t be. But the pain, the domination, the way he’s using me without apology… it’s everything.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp. “Please, please…”
He pulls out.
I scream again, not from pain this time, but from denial.
“No,” he snarls. “You don’t come until I say.”
I’m shaking now, nearly crying, my body clenching around nothing, desperate.
He grabs my throat, dragging me up so my back arches against his chest, and growls into my ear, “Say. You’re. Sorry. Say it like you mean it.”
I bite my lip, breath heaving. My whole body is on fire. And he knows it.
But still… I shake my head instinctively, too stubborn, too full of pride, even now, even when I’m dripping and shaking and fucked stupid.
He flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing, crawling over me like a predator, pressing his cock against my entrance again.
“Beg,” he says. “Beg for this dick. Beg like a brat who knows she fucked up.”
I glare at him, lips trembling, my pride hanging by a thread.
He taps the head of his heavy dick against my clit, making my whole body jolt.
“You wanna come? You wanna feel this dick split you open again?” Another slow drag of his cockhead down my folds, making me whine. “Then say it.”
I break.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Sir, I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t move.
“Not good enough,” he says.
My whole body arches toward him, needy and wrecked. “I’m sorry,” I cry out. “I was being a fucking brat. I shouldn’t have said that. Please, please, I need your cock, Sir. I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad I can’t fucking think…”
“Hello?”
We freeze.
Someone’s here.
“Anybody home?”
My eyes go wide. So wide I’m surprised they don’t pop straight out of my damn skull.
“Abigail?” I whisper, horror crawling up my spine like ice. “Oh my God.” I scramble to get up but nearly collapse. My legs are jelly, shaking like I forgot I was just getting fucked into a coma.
But nothing sobers you up faster than hearing the voice of the fiancée of the man who was about to make you forget your own damn name.
