STUCK 2

Chapter 46

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"

With that, he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to gulp water like a thirsty camel. He took a step back as a tear of rage dropped from the rim of her eye on the soft cheek. She watched him deleteriously, his degrading demand echoing in her senses.

And before she knew it, her hand was already halfway through the air. Her heart skipped a beat when his face turned.

Her hand collided on the side of his face, slapping him. 

He was stunned, glued to his spot, watching the floor, blinking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that it wasn't indeed a nightmare where she smacked him. 

He looked into her eyes, the same rage filled orbs that were going to burn him into flames.  

"You're never touching me again with your bloody hands. NEVER!!" 

His face remained stoic as he watched her trembling state. When he took a step forward she pressed herself back into the wall, pushing her index finger forward, warning him with it. 

"Don't you dare come closer to me"

He did. And as his face came into the scope of her little hands, she slapped him again. This time his face didn't move an inch, he was not taken aback by it. 

It gave her a reason to slap him again, harder, attempting to plant the same pain he foisted upon her. He kept invading her personal space, studying her with a state of bewilderment, wondering where her bravery was oozing from.

When her hand launched itself for what was the fourth time, he held it midway, not requiring serious amount of energy to push her feeble wrist behind her back before leaning down to her level, crashing his lips on her. 

She stilled for a second, as she felt his weight smashing her between wall and himself, as his fingers travelled from her neck to intertwine in her hair, deepening the kiss. Her covered breasts grinded against his chest through the thin white cloth, his movements became urgent to the point she lost herself, giving in without realization, letting her raw instincts get the worst of herself. 

And when she realised what was being condoned by herself, she pushed on his shoulders, hitting him everywhere she could, resisting his mouth that was tongue deep inside hers. 

But the more she resisted, the closer he came, wrapping her leg around his torso, pulling her closer by her waist, kissing her more passionately every second. She became aware of his touch that roughly caressed her thigh wrapped around himself, that he nothing less than rubbed in force, his anger manifesting in its own twisted ways. 

When he parted from her lips, her eyes were closed, her breaths were harsh, and lips were swollen. However the moment of relief quickly swept from her face when his hand made a bold movement up her thighs, heedlessly pushing the narrow covering side ways before touching where it mattered. 

She looked into his eyes, suddenly finding endless depth within them. He appeared excruciatingly focused, so inflamed yet so strenuous. She felt the weightlessness as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around himself and with a habit her hands went to find support on his bare shoulders. When she touched him, she found him warm. Or was that she was cold? Did he have a fever? Does he have a fever? Should she be worried?

'NOOO' a voice in her mind screamed, preventing her from zoning out, pulling her back to her reality, her bitter truth, that she had confronted her madam today, that another mission was being planned against her husband, that he was still a fucking criminal and she was still stupidly just as much as desperately in love with him. 

His two fingers entered inside her and she took a sharp breath, leaning into his hair, closing her eyes. His head crashed in the crook of her neck and she felt a sharp withdrawal of air.

Her thighs clenched around themselves when his fingers settled inside her extreme wetness, moving rhythmically in a well memorised pattern. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the feeling became intense. His lips sucked harder on her delicate neck in return, balancing the forces. She was sure if it wasn't for the pitter-patter of the empty shower, they would hear the slurpy noise of his fingers playing in between her legs, drawing indecent juices from her shameless pussy. 

Her breath hitched when his index finger joined what middle and ring finger started, testing her limits, entering inside her. 

She groaned when his three thick fingers struggled to fit inside. Suddenly she felt all of his fingers escaping the tightness, caressing the little nub for a millisecond before landing a hard spank on her pussy, sending a wild bolt of shiver through her entire body.  

"Shut the fuck up" she heard his hoarse whisper in her ear before he gently nibbled on it in his teeth, controlling the urge to bite it. 

She did not groan again. 

The three fingers took their time in entering her one by one before penetrating all at once, earning a moan from the woman as she threw her head back, making more space available for the man who sought it.

She clutched him tighter when the fingers did their job with more expertise than anticipated, reaching the deepest part of her before retrieving to the rim, entering once again to the depth, teasing and turning and twisting, moving in the well known places with experienced mastery. The rhythm only became faster as  his lips, satisfied with their work on her neck returned to her face, peppering soft kisses on her cheek as she struggled to moan in between her breaths.

He didn't want to kiss her on lips, he wanted to hear her moan, he wanted her to hear her moans. 

"OHH GOD!!" she screamed, feeling a strange gush approaching her pussy, she knew it was happening again, three fingers were too much. 

"I shouldn't be touching you with my bloody hands should I?" He exclaimed in a blaming tone, not slowing a beat down, "Tell me to stop"

She did not open her eyes, she could not face him, she was too close to answer him, too close. 

"Tell me to fucking stop" he whispered louder in her ears, knowing her weaknesses more vividly than strengths. 

She ignored him. In that moment, his words were not worth the attention, carnal desires won against the moral ones. Humans were once again being the worst thing they could be; themselves. 

"Squirt for me" he husked watching her exhausted sweaty face, feeling her nails digging into his skin as she tried to control the urge, to not give him the power he so wanted. He didn't slow the pace, if anything, increased it as her entire body shuddered at his rough tempo. 

"Noo please" she cried looking down at herself, witnessing as juices already started splattering out of her pussy, "PLEASEEE" she screamed, practically ripping his skin off with her nails, coming undone under the clattering noise of running shower, wet for all the wrong reasons. 

Her thighs shivered uncontrollably like a leaf in the storm, her exasperated breaths became shallower as his hand tapped her sensitive pussy in appreciation, as if a proud of an achievement which was anything but. 

"For the second and final fucking time" he whispered in a deeper voice as he pecked her shivering lips, roughly massaging her sore pussy, leaving another kiss down her neck, coming closer to her ear, admiring its gentleness, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"

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Author's note: I would have never dated Donavan