“P-please. . . G-gently. . . I-it aches.” The brunette whimpered as hot tears chased each other down her face profusely but he didn’t stop, his movements didn’t waver one bit. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to care.
“I-I’m r–really so-”
“Shut the fuck up!” His stentorian voice thundered round the dark room, bouncing off the walls, leaving her to only let out moans of pain and pleasure combined as her face grew paler with each of his merciless pounding movements inside her.
The agonising images passed through his subconscious, teasing him with their pernicious contents. He remembered everything.
He remembered how he had watched her strut into the club with her majestic yet refined gait which exuded confidence. He remembered how he had successfully yet painfully inhibited his strong urge to gouge out the eyes of the men that dared to let their gazes linger on his gemstone.
He remembered the ephemeral expression on her face that had been akin to anxiety as she walked to her table. He remembered how her tight-lipped smile had morphed into genuine hearts–stopping one when she finally saw who he had assumed to be her friends.
He remembered the grimace that had taken momentary control over her face as she sipped her drink, causing her friends to laugh at her reaction. He remembered how she had declined going to the dance floor with them, how she had massaged her temples, showing signs of palpable discomfort. At that moment, he had distinctly decided to approach her.
He couldn’t take the stares the perverted men at the club had subjected his vixen to and if it had been up to him, that would have been the last thing those men would’ve ever gazed upon.
He had guzzled the remaining content his glass held and had proceeded to stand to his feet when he noticed a figure-precisely a male figure-approach his walking sex magnet.
His eyebrows had been so tautly furrowed that they had looked like they could’ve fallen right off his face. He watched as she groggily looked up at the figure, who was grinning broadly at her.
Seeming to have gone rigid with the anger that had circulated round his entire body, he took in the afflicting scene which played out before his eyes. He could feel his heartbeat speed up with pulsating pent up fury as he recalled every single thing that had happened.
As the glimpse of a memory threatened to flicker across his mind, he hurriedly pushed it back. He couldn’t lose control. He couldn’t. He was trying so fucking hard to regain the bridle he had lost on his rage which was threatening to break free but tonight, it appeared that he was way out of his element.
Tonight, his never froward body, mind and actions had been rendered ungovernable just at the thought of that siren. The recalcitrant memory finally slipped through the claws of restraint and appeared right before his eyes, making him see nothing . . . nothing but red.
Resultantly, his left hand moved from where he had been holding himself up on the wall to his unfortunate victim’s dark brown, almost black hair, taking huge fists of it, causing her head to jerk back over her abnormally arched back; whimpers of pain or pleasure-she wasn’t sure which-escaping through her thinned lips, as though the sting of the anal sex he had subjected her to was not enough.
The brunette beneath him bit harshly on her bottom lip, just hard enough to draw blood as she tried to muffle her screams, feeling the consequential effect of her earlier action spread from the source, a busted lip, to the rest of her mouth and deep down to her core.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt that much but the unexpected torment that was already being inflicted on her by this devilishly unforgiving hunk of beast was too much to bear.
She had herself to blame. It was as though all the good luck and eupeptic chi she had woken up with had been sucked out of her, leaving her bone dry with nothing but misery.
Her luck had begun running out when she had been stationed to man the bar in Leroy’s stead. She had thought nothing of it and had actually considered it a part of her good fortune that she didn’t have to strain her legs with having to deliver drinks to the patrons but she had had no teensy intuition that that had been the path to her adversity.
Furthermore, she had made the mistake of approaching the two handsome looking men seated alone at the bar; completely disregarding the harbinger that had been the rigid and tense stance of one of the two men.
She had seen his bunched shoulders and tightly fisted hands but she had thought nothing of it and had approached them, asking what they would like to have. The seated man, who she later discovered was the Keelan Mars, had then turned around quickly to shake his head vehemently as if passing her a warning but it had been too late when suddenly, the tauten man turned around.
Her eyes had widened in fear and realisation when she had met his wild and monstrously black eyes which held untamed rage begging to be released, to be freed from their hellbound immurement.
“It was J. K,” her entire system had screamed in terror before abandoning her, rendering her completely immobile.
His captivating gaze had held her in confinement but his eyes were glazed over. He was looking right into her eyes, leaving her soul bare to be devoured by him but he wasn’t even seeing her.
Unknown to her, her face had been serving as a projector, showcasing the reiterative images of his gemstone being cuddled by another man. Her face had been replaying the facsimile of the scene where the unknown man had grabbed his sex goddess’s face and had rubbed their noses together.
He had watched as her lips had spread into an even wider grin as the man kissed all over her face before settling a lingering kiss right on the tip of her nose.
The intense urge to break every bone in his body, to rip and grind every tendon and ligament of his into smithereens had slammed right into him and to prevent all hell from breaking loose, he had walked out of the club, heading up the stairs towards his isolated penthouse while dragging his victim of the night by her hair.
At that moment she had seen him take steps towards her, warning bells, alarms and gongs had been set off in her head, warning her to do just one thing – Run! But she couldn’t. His eyes had chained her; they had held her in bondage.
Only when she had heard the distinct slam of a door, did her senses awaken, making her realise what was to come as her scalp shrieked painfully.
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