STUCK 2

Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices.

He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring.

She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable.

"Found you"
.
.

Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart.

Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years.

Three years of betrayal, longing and chase.

She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain.

Or both.

In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"