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swirled through me and I rolled my head to the side, needing so much. I wanted him deeper inside and hating him at the same time.
    It was sick, but I had no choice but to succumb. He didn't give me a damn choice. He ran a hand up my thigh, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh. I shivered as he roughly pulled my leg higher on his hip, opening me up wider for him. I moaned, the sound ragged and unsatisfied, as he slowed his pace. I could feel every thick inch of him inside of me, the friction and the sense of being filled to the edge of breaking slowly driving me insane. Then his thumb found the sensitive place on the back of my thigh, right under the swell of my ass. I threw my head back, my eyes squeezing shut and my whole body going tight.
    “Son of a bitch,” I murmured as I felt the orgasm coming over me. It was a black and dirty and felt like drowning, but I dove into it headfirst. He'd abused me and hurt me. After all that, he didn't deserve my orgasm, but I sure did. He dug his knees in and wrapped one arm around my waist, raising my ass off the floor, sensing my distress. My back bowed, my skin stretched over my sore ribs, and I threw my hands out, grasping at the short fibers of the carpet as I came.
    “You wish you hated me,” he said, his voice weaving in and out of my orgasmic haze. “But you love my cock too much.” I slitted my eyes open and he was staring down at me, his gaze flashing a dark fire. He pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth, like he was plotting something. A thrill ran up my spine and I clenched around him, feeling how hard he still was inside of me.
    It wasn't over yet. He wasn't done with me.
    Sad to say, I wasn't done with him either.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    H e didn't say another word as he spun me over onto my stomach, like I weighed nothing.  I grunted as my chest hit the floor. He lifted my hips but reared back. His dick slid out of me and I gritted my teeth to keep from calling out. I was wet, but it still felt rough and almost brutal the way he left me. My body didn't want to let him go. I felt limp, boneless. I couldn't do anything but lay there with my cheek against the carpet, breathing hard. My hair pooled around my face, blocking my vision. But I could still feel.  I could feel his roaming eyes on my ass. I could feel the wetness smeared between my thighs. I could feel the cool air on my exposed flesh. I felt completely exposed to him, even though we were still technically almost completely dressed.
    I liked it.
    I liked that he was tense behind me, holding himself tight. I liked that he could see how he'd affected me. My pussy was wet for him – my pussy was his. And yet he held back, keeping himself on the edge, keeping himself from his own climax. I knew he was planning something devious, something sick, but I made no move to escape. I couldn't. He had me exactly where he wanted me.
    When he ran a finger through my slit then pumped it inside of me, I moaned and rolled my hips. I was too sensitive, too swollen, but it still felt damn good. It made me crave his evil cock again, even though I knew he would wield it like a weapon. When he took his finger away, I scowled and worked my lower lip with my teeth, tension already gathering my belly again. When he thrust the finger, still wet with my cream, into my ass, I tasted the coppery taste of blood on my tongue. It took a minute for the ringing in my ears and the stinging in my ass to stop before I realized I'd bit my lip too hard.
    “You like that, don't you?” he asked, sliding into me up to the knuckle. I couldn't stop myself and a strangled scream ripped from my throat, the sound loud in my ears. He pumped it in and out of me, rough and callously, and I screamed with each invasion. My screams only egged him on, and he fucked me harder and harder until I pushed up on my elbows and threw my head back. The feeling was too intense. I wanted more or I wanted less. The sad thing was I wasn't sure which. I just