Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

VIVIAN

H is fist twisted in my hair, wrenching my head back as he dragged me over to the nearest chair in front of the fire.

He sat before using his hand on my hip to force me to straddle his hips.

My dress rose above my thighs as my knees slipped on either side of him into the buttery soft, cool leather.

He splayed his fingers over the center of my chest. "Take off your dress. Now. Or I'll tear it off you."

"You can't?—"

His fingers twisted into the delicate weave fabric. "One."

"Var, we need to talk about?—"

"Two."

Not entirely certain he'd give me something to wear if he tore my clothes off me, I had no choice. Gripping the hem, I whipped it over my head. After brushing my hair out of my eyes, I glared daggers at him. "There! Happy now?"

His gaze was transfixed on my neck. His arm rose slowly as he caressed my throat with the tips of his fingers. The touch was so gentle, I almost didn't feel it.

"My mark."

Crap. The hickeys.

I gasped as the hand holding my dress moved to cover my throat.

He quickly pulled my arms away. "Don't."

"It was very wrong of you to give me a freaking hickey. You know that."

"Wait until you see the new marks I'm going to give you."

His fingers had moved to trace the upper curve of my breast before he reached behind me and unlatched my bra with just one hand.

Reluctantly, I had to admit I was impressed. There was something incredibly sexy about a man who could unlatch a bra with a twist of his fingers. The usual fumbling was such a buzz kill.

My bra slipped down my arms. With my momentary approval of his skills over, I moved to push it back up into place. He beat me to the scrap of lace, whipping it off my arms and tossing it away.

This time I crossed my arms over my breasts. "Seriously, Var, we can't do this."

He pulled my arms down as he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue around the areole of my left nipple. "We are doing this, beautiful. Pull out my cock."

I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from moaning as he sucked my nipple deeper into his mouth.

God, that felt good. Damn the man and his skills.

My hand lowered to his pants. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat radiating off him.

I drew back as if burned. "No. I can't. We can't. We don't have a condom again. This would be a mistake."

His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me close. Pressing his forehead against mine, he rasped, "If you think I'm going to be satisfied with a barrier between us after I've felt the clenching heat of your pussy against my flesh, you are seriously mistaken."

"You're not supposed to say things like that. I'm not on the pill. There are other things to consider."

He lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. "Good. I like the idea of knocking you up. I'm clean and I already know you are. This is happening, baby."

Oh, right, his plundering of my medical records and bank accounts.

Wait. He liked the idea of knocking me up?

Who the hell says shit like that to a woman they just met?

I stared at the large, pulsing shaft between us. The air left my body as I shook my head. "No! No! Hell, no!"

"Sorry for this."

"Sorry for what?—"

His hand pressed against the center of my chest, pushing me backwards. My head dangled upside down between his legs as his massive hands spanned my hips.

With one thrust, he impaled me.

I screamed.

After thrusting to the hilt, he leaned over and wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me upright. The movement only forced him deeper inside of me.

My fingernails clawed at his chest, drawing blood. "Take it out. Take it out! It hurts."

"I know, baby. It's always going to hurt a little," he whispered against my ear before biting my earlobe as he pushed his hips upward.

He shifted his hand around my neck to bury it in my hair, pulling sharply, until my head fell back, pushing my breasts forward. He then latched on to my other nipple and sucked, all while bucking his hips, thrusting in and out of me.

I bounced on his cock like a wanton whore on a fucking bull ride.

With his one hand pulling on my hair from behind, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off his lap.

That was when he really pounded into me.

It was so fierce and borderline violent, I forgot to breathe, just holding the air in my lungs until they felt like they would burst.

My fingers curled into his chest hair and pulled as I screamed again.

Although this time it wasn't from shock or pain.

He'd tilted his hips slightly and hit just the right spot again.

I was close to coming undone.

The fire behind me pulsed heat over my back as I clung to him for dear life. It truly felt as if I were riding a wild beast.

Especially when he sank his teeth into the sensitive curve of my breast.

My mouth opened on a silent scream as the sharp pain mixed with pleasure, overwhelming my senses. I felt used, degraded, pleasured, and treasured all at the same time.

His thick cock opened and stretched my still sore pussy. There was no hiding from the assault. With my knees straddling his hips and his hand anchored in my hair, there was no way to shield myself from his brutal thrusts.

Shifting his hand from my hip, he moved to tease my clit with the tip of his finger.

It was too much.

Flashes of light burst behind my eyelids as the air I had been holding came bursting out of my lungs on a scream.

He lifted his hips to thrust inside of me several more times before he pushed upwards and pressed hard between my legs as he clenched his jaw and groaned.

The moment his body slackened, mine did the same.

I collapsed forward, curling into his chest with my head resting on his shoulder.

His arms immediately wrapped around me, holding me close.

As my heavy breathing brushed the waves of his raven black hair, my eyes flew open.

Oh, fuck. He'd come inside me. Again.

I leaned back, pressing my hands against his chest.

For several moments, neither of us spoke.

Then I slapped him.