Page 50 of Scarred Redemption

“Not a chance.”

As soon as he plunged his hand under my dress, cupping my aching pussy through my soaked thong, I rose onto my tiptoes. I’d never been so overheated around him. The want and need, the pent-up longing that had kept me sane had exploded into an uncontrollable beast.

And I could no longer keep her in her cage.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he breathed. “Hard. Fast. And more than once.”

It was a simple statement of fact. Around him and even if I was furious with him, my body would always betray me. That’s exactly what it was doing now, my pussy throbbing and my nipples aching from how taut they’d become.

I couldn’t catch my breath, especially when he captured my mouth while fisting the thin lace. When he snapped his wrist, I could feel the material giving way. He captured the moan sweeping from deep within while nudging my legs apart with his knee.

His scent of rich sandalwood, heavy smoke, and dark vanilla brought another wave of hunger as my mind forgot everything but the moment shared.

He’d always enjoyed tormenting me and today was no exception, flicking his finger across my clit until I was ready to lose my mind.

The way he sucked on my tongue was crazy and wonderful, adding to the sensations of feeling alive when a few days prior I’d almost wished I’d been dead. Everything about letting go with him as I’d done before truly scared me because I knew if that happened this time, he’d be right in that there was no turning back.

No chance of reclaiming my life.

I tried to push him off one last time, a valiant yet ridiculous effort that I knew deep inside I didn’t want.

He sensed it. I could feel the change in him, a calm sweeping through the powerful man that allowing him to grasp full control over me and the moment shared.

Maxsim drove his fingers into my tight channel, the force causing an instant jolt of current. While his thumb tormented my clit, I ripped at his shirt. I’d longed to feel the heat of his body against mine and I couldn’t stand the thought of wasting another minute.

Yet the longing we both felt burned deep within, pushing us to the point of intolerance. There was no chance for foreplay or waiting. We both craved the same thing.

Closeness and complete satisfaction.

I fumbled with his belt buckle and button, ripping down his zipper while he continued to consume my mouth. All I wanted was to be wrapped up in him, feeling nothing but the heavy thud of his heart while mine maintained a rapid thrumming.

Just like it was doing now.

When I finally managed to pull his thick, pulsing cock free, I gasped around the kiss. I was frantic in dragging down his jeans, needing to feel him.

He pulled away long enough to offer a deep, beastly growl before yanking one of my legs around his hip. Nothing about the man was subtle and when he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, the only way I could keep from screaming was to bite his shoulder.

His laugh thrilled me almost as much as the extreme sensations. They were core vibrations that swept white-hot heat through every muscle and bone. We were already panting, exasperated in our need.

As soon as I eased back, I wrapped my other leg around him. He kissed my cheek, dragging his tongue from the tip of my ear down my neck. Pulling out and plunging into me again. As soon as he developed a rhythm, I clasped my feet together.

From there everything became almost frantic, needs and wants colliding together in a wild display of animalistic behavior. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, switching the angle and every powerful drive shoved me up the wall.

My pussy muscles clenched tightly around the thick invasion, pulling his cock in even deeper. He was so hard, so intense in his action his entire face pinched. He pushed one hand against the wall, lifting his head so he could watch my expression. His eyes were more expressive than before, allowing the door to his soul to remain open.

I’d never witnessed so many expressions and emotions in his deep baby blues. Everything the man did captivated me until I was left breathless.

The ache in my pussy only intensified with every brutal stroke. The tingles remained electrified and only a few seconds later, I could no longer control my body.

Or even my heart.

“Oh. Oh…”

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Come for me.”

Everything about the passion was euphoric, pushing me from the ugly reality of the past and anything we might go through in the future. I dug the fingernails of one hand into his shoulder while finally sliding my other under his shirt. Almost instantly the tips of my fingers were seared.

He was on fire just as I was, never blinking as a powerful orgasm swept through me. There was no other way of describing the way I felt other than being complete.