I can see the gleam in his menacing eyes as he lifts his chin, his hand moving to the buckle of his belt. My heart pounds harder, my mind racing to process what’s happening, even as my body refuses to move. His intentions are clear, undeniable.
“Spread your fucking legs as wide as you can,” he demands, and I just stare at him, stiff.
When I don’t obey, his fingers slide down the zipper of his jeans, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence between us.
“You either do it or I’ll cut them the fuck off and look at your pretty cunt anyway. It’s your choice, Raven.”
“Are you going to rape me?” The words leave my lips in a breathless whisper, a tear tracing the curve of my cheek.
I never thought I’d find myself here, wondering if the man I once saw as my protector against Billy and Mike is now the one who threatens to break me. Strangely, my heart hurts with disappointment and I don’t know why.
“No, Kitten. I’d never,” he murmurs, his deep voice smooth, but there’s something menacing beneath it. “I just need to see you,” he groans, tugging and adjusting his hard cock in his jeans, “I need to see your pussy so fucking badly.”
My eyes drop to where his hand disappears inside the waistband of his black boxers and my pulse stutters.Fuck. He wants to get off over me.
What the hell is happening?
The blood, the candlelight, the intensity in his stare—it’s all pushing me, pulling me, a magnetic force that makes it harder to fight. Maybe if I give him what he wants, it’ll somehow be my ticket out. Or maybe I’m just fooling myself.
I force my throat to work, swallowing against the dryness that’s taken over. My legs tremble as I gradually and stupidly part them, letting them fall wide open, each movement feeling like a surrender I can’t stop.
His gaze falls to my exposed pussy as soon as I obey, and I watch his reaction shift. His eyes darken, pupils dilating, and his lids lower just enough to show a flicker of something hungry. His lips part slightly with a small exhale escaping him as his hand moves, tugging at his hard cock. When he yanks it out of his boxers, my eyes lock on the way his large, bloodied hand grabs it—big, thick, veiny, heavy. Fucking mouthwatering perfection. The sight commands my attention, like a gravity I can’t resist.
As his hand begins to move up and down, unhurried at first, the skin pulls back to show the slick precum at the tip, and the reveal of his arousal burns into me.
Something stirs deep inside, unwelcome but undeniable. Heat blooms low in my belly, spreading like wildfire consuming me. I try to smother it, to shove it back into the dark corners of my mind, knowing this is wrong, but every stroke of his hand, each quickening motion, destroys something inside me.
His eyes roam over me—my face, my body, lingering on my pussy like a hunter wanting to taste its victim. I can see it in his gaze: the fantasizing, the wanting, the claiming. And worse, I feel it in myself.Fuck.Why is this turning me on so much?
My eyelids grow heavy, weighted with a desire I can’t seem to control. The pressure in my core builds to a near-unbearable peak, and then I feel it—come slipping out of my hole, a response I can’t stop even if I tried. It’s humiliating, intoxicating, and uncontrollable all at once.
He’s fucking doing something to me, something that bends my body against my will. The way his eyes rake over me, darkand consuming, feels like a touch—like he’s already deep inside me without laying a hand on my skin.
He sees it—sees everything. The way my chest rises and falls in sync with his, the way my legs tense each time his hand slides down his solid dick before coming back up.
He knows. Knows how my thoughts are just as disturbing as his.
After what feels like an eternity of his gaze fixed on my core, he begins to edge toward me on his knees. The edging sends a shiver through me, but I don’t flinch. I can’t. Every part of me seems to welcome him.
In seconds, he’s between my spread legs, his free hand splaying flat on the floor beside me, grounding himself as his weight presses closer. My head tilts back instinctively, his face hovering inches above mine, his lips so near I can almost taste the heat of his breath.
“I see your cunt is weeping for me, little kitten.” He groans.
His strokes grow harder, faster, the sound sharp in the thick silence, and the cold air between us ripples against my exposed pussy. My body arches involuntarily, a desperate response I can’t control. He’s pleasuring himself while I’m left here—my hands cuffed to this damn radiator, helpless to do anything but watch. The unfairness of it sears through me.
“Kiss me, Ty. It’ll make you cum harder.” I say, my words breathily and alluringly.
His gaze flickers to my mouth, lingering there before meeting my eyes again. He licks his lips lightly, then tilts his head to close the gap between us without hesitation. My eyes flutter shut just as his lips brush against mine—soft at first, featherlight, like a warning. Then, they press firmly, and the connection fires a shiver cascading through me, tingling from head to toe.
Our lips part, and his tongue slips into my mouth, unsure at first, before meeting mine in a clash of heat and urgency. The taste of him floods my senses—tobacco, blood, and something darker.
The kiss deepens, gradually growing feral, and our tongues battle for dominance. He’s ruthless, but a damn good kisser who leaves me panting and desperate for more. His hand tangles in my red hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back, exposing my throat and pulling me further into him. He shoves his tongue deeper inside, almost reaching my tonsils, a low growl reverberating in his chest as his control frays from the taste of me.
Then I feel it—the head of his cock brushing against my pussy. The contact sends a jolt through me, my legs twitching before my hips buck toward him, drawn by the sensation. He drags it over my clit, his movements more eager now as he jerks himself off harder. His heavy breaths fan across my lips, but he doesn’t stop, he kisses me again, hungrier this time, as if devouring me isn’t enough.
The moment is raw, charged, and something about knowing this might be the first time he has ever had his cock on pussy, makes me feel things, things I haven’t felt before.
His dick slides down my wet slit torturously, until he nudges just the tip inside my soaked hole. The stretch is small but so frustrating, a tease that has my brows knitting together as my body strains.