82. The Sly Fox

“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.
Hurt flashes across his eyes, and for a second I felt a pinch of regret for spitting those words at him. But like a wave, every emotion washes away from face and like an unpredictable predator, he abruptly slams his lips onto mine.
I gasp, feeling a chill running down my spine as hot lips cover mine hotly, sucking, licking, biting me wildly. He hungrily claims my lips, just like he did with my body.
I try to shake him off, but he clenches my hair, keeping me in place and feel his *kiss*.
I always wanted to kiss him.
And tonight the most.
*But not like this.*
This hardly feels like a kiss, but more like his mouth covering over mine in an ardent punishment. His teeth sink into my lip, biting hard while his thrusts into me grow even more relentless.
“Sto-ph!” My voice tries to find its way out but his lips don’t allow me to make a sound as he spreads my legs wider with his strong arms, and plunges at a godly speed.
*I know what he is about to do!*
My struggles become desperate. His mouth muffles my cries, while his body traps mine. I try to twitch out of his grasp, away from his lips, and far away from him as fast as possible.
But he doesn’t even budge an inch.
My nails claw his back, hitting him to stop but Dakota holds me against his body like a magnet, hot and hard, and with a final thrust, I hear him grunt in pleasure.
“Fuck!”
My body jerks in shock as I feel the inside of my stomach getting intensely hot, growing hotter by every second. My worst fear turn into reality as I feel the warm liquid slowly trickling down my thighs.
*He came in me, deliberately.*
A current passes down my spine as I grasp the consequence of his selfish action. *How.. How could he?*
Dakota’s heavy breaths fill the air around us, his grip on me loosening slightly as he catches his own breath.
He finally lets go of me and I stare at him with tears brimming my eyes, not believing this monster of a man.
*How could he do this to me?*
My feet touch the ground and I feel my world shaking. All I see is red.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, with my breaths being uncontrollably fast. Absolute anger takes over me and in the moment of fury, I slap the motherfucker across his cheek with all the strength I can muster.
His face twists to the left with the impact, yet his expression remains unfazed. He casually pokes his tongue inside his cheek as if he didn’t care about my slap, and it hurt me even more.
Tears brim my eyes as I deliver another slap across his face. Harder this time.
Dakota barely flinches and takes the slap like an award. His eyes find mine and he smirks, looking down at me with the satisfaction of a devil.
“Worth it.” He spits the words right in my face.
There is no speck of guilt in his eyes as they boldly stare back at me. My heart feels like it has been shredded to bits and pieces, causing the pain seeping into my very bones.
He is completely inhuman.
He has no sympathy or even pity for me.
All he cares about is his pride, and that bet from three years ago.
I wipe away my tears, ready to leave him and his other brutal side. *I have had enough!*
“No.” Dakota clutches my wrist, stopping me from grabbing the paper towels.
I dare not to flinch as he leans down at me like an unpredictable maniac, and commands me in his cruel voice.
“I want you to walk out of here feeling my cum running down your legs, so you will remember who the fuck you belong to.”