111. 🌶️ Wrap Your Legs🌶️
“Wrap. Your. Legs. Around. Me.” Dakota dictates every word cynically, almost on the edge of losing his last cell in his brain.
Panic surges through my veins, causing me to get into a full terror mode. I struggle to maintain my composure, but my heart is racing and my palms grow sweaty.
I feel trapped like a cornered prey.
His hot breath tickles my neck, and I know I am in danger.
Yet, a little brave part of my brain refuses to avoid the warning standing in front of me and I summon all my courage to push him as hard as I could.
I raise my hand to slap him, but he clutches my wrist tightly in his iron grip.
“YOUR FUCKING LEGS AROUND ME!”
A primal growl tore from his throat, a sound that belongs to someone brutal, not the man I once thought I knew.
Dakota abruptly lifts me up. Air whooshes out of me as my back collides with the wall while he pins me with his hard body.
In one quick movement, he raises my legs and secures them around his waist.
Everything was happening so fast.
Clothes shifting, sound of zipper, a grunt in my ear and then I hear my own gasp as I feel him pushing all the way inside me without stopping.
We both moan in unison, only mine sounded like a terror.
Dakota completely consumed by his rage, holds me tight before withdrawing and slamming into me once again with all his build up anger.
*Ahhhhh!*
My nails dig into his shoulders and a cry escapes from me as my walls clench around the hard intruder helplessly.
“Why is it so hard for you to open your legs for me when you easily did it for Ryan?” Dakota snarls, thrusting in with all his mighty force.
I tremble in his hands. His words feel like knives to my skin, sinking and tearing into my frozen skin with no hint of mercy.
“Why him?” His cruel voice hot against my ear. “Am I not enough for you?” He pumps harder and faster.
With each merciless thrust, he quickens his pace, matching the same speed of my heart beats without skipping a single beat.
My body unable to resist his ruthless onslaught, moves along with his every powerful thrust.
Green eyes that felt like garden minutes ago, are now a black hole of lust and revenge. They watch me gasping and moaning as he pushes in me deeper and faster.
My cheeks burn with hot shame and I shut my eyes in a desperate attempt to escape his penetrating eyes.
But then, all I could feel is the sensation of his massive length sliding against my tightening walls, and that slickness of wetness adding another hit to the building intensity.
*I wish I could stop feeling this!*
“Open your eyes, whore!” Dakota barks, while shoving into me barbarically with a force that can be only explained as revenge.
My eyes open in fear as his grip on my neck tightens. His forehead presses against mine gently, while he glares right into my eyes with so much fire, that I feel my internal organs melting by their intensity.
“Why can’t you fucking look at me the same way you look at him?” He grits his teeth in vex.
His every word felt like a series of punches to my already bruised heart, because the man I genuinely admired tonight was Dakota, not Ryan.
And the reality of the situation feels like a dragger plunging into my gut, killing all those butterflies I felt fluttering inside me all this evening, leaving me gasping for air.
I struggle to breathlessly. My lungs are not working, yet I am live.
I can feel every muscle of my body pulsating around his cock, but there is nothing magical about it. It’s a twisted form of torture, infused with pain and sorrow.
“FUCKING TELL ME!” Dakota growls.
He propels all his anger and thrusts into me inhumanly. All while his enraged eyes bore deep into mine as if searching for answers.
Whereas all I could reply to him is with my tears streaming down my cheeks. It hurts me deeply, my heart is split into half, and my body is again left to abuse by his vengeance.
Dakota moves his hand from my neck to my hair, grabbing a fistful of my locks and looks me in the eye saying, “Why not me?”
Hot breath fans on my lips and heat spreads all across my body in waves. My breast flattens against his brooding chest as he leans further, leaving no space between us.
“Why?” He slows down a bit and whispers against my lips. My heart clenches at the way how softly he is asking me, right after fucking me like an animal.
Tears wet my cheeks as once again his lips brush against mine. His breath caresses my lips oh so gently like a lover, while my body still quivers with his violent thrusts.
“Because I hate you more.” I say the absolute truth, tears pooling down my lashes.
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