Descent (Black Heart Romance)

His words send a sinful shiver down my spine. My breath catches imagining the scenario playing out. “But she… she liked it.”

“Oh, yes. She liked it a couple of times,” he murmurs warmly, kissing the shell of my ear. “I waited until she actually fell asleep so she’d truly be surprised. When I forced my cock inside her, she woke up and started fighting in earnest. For just a moment, her consciousness was too blurry for her to realize she was getting what she wanted, and that moment… that was the most exhilarating part.”

His words are demented, but the gooseflesh rising on my body as he tells me this wicked story and kisses me is no less depraved.

This shouldn’t excite me, not even a little bit.

I know I don’t want him. In my perfect world, he wouldn’t be kissing me, touching me, whispering wicked words in my ear.

But we’re not in my perfect world tonight. We’re in his.

A world where he can do whatever he wants to me, and the more I fight back, the longer I’ll be trapped here with him.

At least I can rest easier knowing he doesn’t have a trail of victims following behind me, I guess. But why the deviation tonight, with me? What will happen after tonight? Will he go back to playing with willing playmates, or will this whet his appetite for actually stripping away a woman’s will before he can fuck her?

His warm breath on my ear startles me as he murmurs, “How’s that for honesty?”

Pretty honest, I guess.

I tilt my head away from him, but I can’t get far with his forearm locked around my neck. “Why me?”

He keeps his arm around my neck to keep me close, but with his other hand, he lifts my bra so my boobs spill out. Then he slides his massive palm over my bare flesh and squeezes each one. “It had to be you,” he answers simply. “There’s no rational reason, but I saw you at the office Christmas party with Jackson and you haven’t left my mind since.”

The Christmas party? That was so long ago, and I don’t remember ever meeting him. He’s not the sort of man you forget.

I’m so distracted trying to remember seeing him that night, I’m caught off guard when he moves and my position shifts with him. I almost ask what he’s doing, but before I can, he eases me down on my tummy against the smooth leather.

My heart jumps to my throat as he unhooks his arm from around my neck and stands. MY tummy somersaults as he starts to pull my metallic pink skirt down.

“Stop,” I say, twisting back against the couch cushion and attempting to shove his hand away. “Please.”

It doesn’t work. He firmly pushes me back down on the couch, yanks up my skirt, and smacks my ass so hard, a yelp slips out of me.

The sudden impact turns me red, and not just my ass in the spot he slapped. I can feel heat rising to my face as he gives my skirt a firm yank and drags it off me.

He spanked me like an errant child.

No nonsense, no fuss. He doesn’t even seem mad now, just eager to get my panties off.

I know what happens if he gets my panties off, and even if rationally I know there’s little chance of getting out of it, I want to so badly, I try anyway.

“Please,” I say, grabbing at my panties even as he tugs them lower. “Calvin, please. I’ll get you off if you want me to. I’ll—I’ll let you use my mouth. Please, just not this.”

If he finds my offer interesting, I certainly can’t tell.

He climbs on the couch behind me. I’m naked below the waist now, so he gets on his knees and positions himself between my spread thighs.

I try to close them, but he’s in the way.

I hear the thwip of his belt as he removes it, then his zipper as he pulls it down.

He can’t do this.

He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

But as he pushes me down so my face is pressed against the leather, my palms braced on the couch and my ass in the air, it seems inevitable that he can—and he will.

Chapter Four

Calvin

She’s absolutely perfect trapped beneath me on the couch, attempting to crawl away. I run my hands across her smooth flesh, caressing her ass and squeezing as I nudge her thighs apart.

Beautiful.

I want a photograph of her perfectly rounded ass and bare pussy to put on my wall and look at every night before I go to sleep.

I need to be inside her like I need to breathe, so as she squirms and tries to get away from me, my grip on her tightens. I reach down and grab my cock, stroking it as I guide it to the paradise between her thighs.