EVELYN
He took me to his hotel room. I bet this man wasn’t new here because he used a secret passage to get to his room. This was the room I was asked to come and examine earlier.
It belonged to this demon?
He opened the door and pinned me to the wall almost immediately, “you will never beg me?”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the movement so slow and deliberate it became more sexual than it should have been. A flush of arousal coloured his high cheekbones and the intensity of his gaze as he dragged it over my face to where my coat gaped open seared into my flesh.
“Don’t be too sure about that, Red.” The embers in his eyes burned brighter. “Let’s make another bet, girl, I bet If I bend you over and yank up that little skirt of yours, I’d find you soaking for me. And I bet I could have you begging for me to be inside you, for me to make you cum so hard, you will see stars before the night is over,”
My teeth clenched in aggravation. I hated his ego, his arrogant smirk, his composure, his everything. And yet, I was so wet I could feel myself dripping at the images his filthy words conjured.
“Nice try, but I’m not taking the bait,”
It was the coward’s way out, but I was one touch away from detonating, and I refused to give this man the satisfaction of being the one to press the button.
“Didn’t think you would,” he taunted. “Scared, Evelyn?”
“Can’t take a hint, mr, familiar,”
We glared at each other, our anger tangible in the cold night air, before the gap between us disappeared and our mouths crashed against each other again. Harder, more desperate than the first time, our tongue fighting for dominance while our hands roamed over every inch of skin.
He used his hands to close the half opened door and kicked it shut behind us without breaking the kiss
Our fingers flew over our clothes in a frantic rush to remove them.
My coat. His shirt. My skirt. His pants. They all fell to the living room floor until we were naked, our skin heated with the hum of electricity surging through my body and in the air.
“Get on your hands and knees,”
My skin pebbled with goosebumps at his rough commands but instead of me obeying, I lifted my chin in defiance. “Make me,”
The words barely left my mouth before he closed the distance between us in two strides and twisted me around. He drove his knee into the back of mine, giving me to the ground. I struggled half heartedly, but I was no match for this man’s strength.
One hand locked my wrists together behind my back in a steel grip while the other slipped between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit.
The jolt of pleasure wrenched a half gasp, half moan from my throat.
“What was that you were saying?” He mocked. He pushed a finger while keeping his thumb on my clit. I was so wet, I didn’t feel any friction even when he was knuckling deep in me.
“Just like I had guess, you are fucking wet. So soaked for me,”
My hands curled into fists, I was already panting, so turned on I could barely think straight, and we had barely started.
Never in my life have I felt so good and high.
“Beg for it, Eve.” He curled his fingers and hit my most sensitive spot, eliciting another moan, before he slowly dragged it out and shoved it back in.
His breathing harshened. “Beg me to fuck you. To make you cum all over my cock like you so desperately crave,”
“You wish.” My nails dug into my palms. “My vibrator does a better job than you. At its lowest speed.”
We both paused for a minute. I paused because I knew I didn’t have a vibrator, and I had also provoked him.
As for him, only the heavens knew why he paused. Moreover, with the color of my hair I do not look anything close to innocent.
The man let out a soft laugh, “you have to make things difficult.” He released my wrists and fisted my hair, jerking my hair back until his mouth hovered near my ear. “But, I love a good fight.”
My response died on my tongue when he thrust another finger inside me. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster until the telltale tingles of an impending orgasm gathered at the base of my spine.
He reached around and pinched my nipple, and a full-body shudder rolled through me right as the-
He yanked his hands away.
No!
My body slumped forward on all fours and without his support, and I let out a small scream of frustration at the ruined orgasm. I twisted my head around to glare at him. “Bastard,”
My only solace was that I wasn’t the only one suffering, his chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths, and his cock jutted straight up, so hard it looked painful.
A blade of moonlight sliced through the window and cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the stony set of his jaw and the blaze of lust in his eyes.
“You know what to do if you want to cum,” his mouth curved as he pushed my legs further apart. “Look at you, you are a mess.”
I didn’t have to see for myself to know he was right. Wetness slicked my thighs, and every brush of air against my bare pussy triggered another needy shudder.
Still, I clung on to enough of my rational brain to twist the situation back on him.
Two could play his mind games.
“Scared you couldn’t live up to your promise?” I purred. “What happened to fucking the attitude out of me? You talk about a big game, but it seems you are lacking in follow-through.” I dropped a pointed look at his arousal.
Despite my taunt, my core clenched at the sight before me.
This man’s body could serve as the mold for a Greek god statue. Broad shoulders, perfectly carved abs, sculpted arms…and a long, thick cock that looked like it could wreck me with little effort.
My mouth dried.
He leaned forward, and without taking his eyes off mine, slowly wrapped one hand around my throat. He squeezed hard enough to cut off my breath for several beats before he loosened his grip.
I gasped in a lungful of air, my head swimming from the brief deprivation of oxygen.
“One of these days,” he said. “This mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before he slammed into me from behind with a vicious thrust. A scream ripped from my throat at the painful stretch of his size and the roughness with which he fucked me. Tears sprung to my eyes, but my scream eventually faded into a string of mindless whimpers and squeals as he pounded into me.
“What was that?” The man’s breaths grazed my cheek. “You always have so much to say, where are your words now ?”
His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “You are my personal hell, Eve. And God help me I don’t want to leave,”
I turned my head to stare at him only to see that his eye color was different from the first time I had seen him.
Before I could untangle the meaning behind his words, and what I saw , he flipped me around so I was on my back. He kept his hands on my throat, pressing me into the ground while he propped my leg on his shoulder. At this angle, he hits spots I didn’t know existed.
My nail dug into his skin, partly out of instinct and as a payback for his mindfuckery. Satisfaction bloomed on my lips at his pained hiss when I raked them down his back. In retaliation, he fucked me even harder until our groans and the furious slaps our bodies against each other was the only sound in the dark space.
I deliberately clenched around him until he let out a low hiss. Sweat beaded on his brow; tension lined his face and turned it into granite.
“Seems like I’m not the only one who needs to come,” I taunted.
I clenched again, and his hiss morphed into a curse.
“I was going to take it easy on you. But now…” He pressed harder against my throat until faint spots danced across my vision and the heat blazed hotter in my body. “We’ll have to do it the hard way.”
His next thrust was so savage I lost whatever breath I had left.
Nothing about what we were doing was sweet or sensual. It wasn’t about emotional connection. It wasn’t even about physical attraction, no matter how wet I was or how much he ruined me.
No, we fucked like it was our catharsis, a purge of everything dark and ugly that’d festered over the years. There was a certain liberation in not giving a fuck what the other person thought about you. We could be the worst, most untamed versions of ourselves, and in a world where everyone tried to fit everything into neat little boxes, it was as exhilarating as it was painful.
But as good as it felt, my orgasm remained out of reach. Every time I grazed it, he would slow down, drawing out our session of furious, exquisite torture.
“Beg me, Red.” He reached between us and stroked my clit, sending another sharp burst of pleasure through my body. “Tell me how much you need to come.”
He scraped his teeth against my neck and sucked hard. “How much you need me to make you come.”
Normally, I would make a joke about self-esteem issues, but I too gone to think clearly.
“No.” My refusal sounded weak to my own ears. I was too desperate for relief.
It was only a matter of time before I caved, but I sure as hell could put up a fight before I did.
“No?” The man eased his thrusts, and another scream of frustration welled in my throat.
Fucking sadistic asshole.
“I hate you,” I moaned. I rolled my hips, seeking the friction I needed to no avail.
“I’m counting on it.” His eyes glittered down at me. “Use your words, Eve, or we’ll be here all night.”
Don’t say it.
He slid into me with torturous slowness again.
I couldn’t hold back my pathetic whimpers as he played with me, edging me over and over until I was about to lose my damn mind.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it-
“Please.” I choked out the word
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.” The words faded into a moan as he increased his speed.
.
“You can do better than that.”
Sweat gleamed on his skin, and taut muscles corded his neck. Holding back tortured him as much as it did to me, but I couldn’t take much satisfaction from that when I was on the knife’s edge of insanity.
An electric spike of sensation speared through me when he hit that spot.
“Please,” I sobbed, not caring anymore.
“I can’t-I need -please…”
Me begging him must’ve snapped something inside him, because he finally stopped teasing and started fucking me with full force again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “You love my cock wrecking that tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes, God, please. I’m going to… I’m… Oh God, oh fuck!”
I screamed as white-hot pleasure blazed through me. Every thought and memory incinerated, leaving only mind-numbing pleasure in their wake.
He kept fucking me, and another orgasm chased the first one, followed by another. They rolled on and on, wringing me out until I was little more than a boneless heap on the floor.
After my third or fourth orgasm, he finally came, and we lay there, our breaths heavy in the sudden quiet, before he pushed himself off me and tossed his condom in the nearby trash can. I
hadn’t even noticed him put one on.
Thank God he had, but the fact I hadn’t even thought to ask…
Fuck.