“Don’t, Violet,” he warned, gripping his drink and tapping it lightly against his thigh, making his ice cubes clink. I stared at his glass, mesmerized by the memory of what those small cubes could do to me. As if he read my mind, he threw his glass against the front door, shattering it along with my confidence.
“You never do listen do you, Violet?” This time he took a step forward. ?
?You took yourself away from me for another week. I give you space and I find you at a bar, dressed like that, sitting next to a man that’s not me. I’m angry, Violet, and right now I want to hurt you with my cock. I want to fuck you until it really hurts, and if you take another step forward, I’m going to do just that.”
I damn near moaned at his words as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my dress, baring my breasts to him, letting the remainder of my dress rest on my hips. He refused to look at my peaked flesh as he glared at me. I swallowed hard, pushing the material over my hips slowly and letting it fall to the floor. I pulled the curtain of pearls from my back to the front of me, covering my front half with the silky strands as I took a step forward. He pulled his belt off and held it as his side. I took another step forward as he held up his hand, trying to pin me where I stood.
“I need you, Rhys. Please don’t make me beg.”
“What do you need? Me or my cock, Violet?” I took another step toward him as he perused my body, lust clear in his eyes.
“Both,” I admitted, taking yet another step forward. “I don’t want to fight. I just want —”
“You don’t know that, either,” he said, gripping the belt tighter.
“Rhys, I wasn’t with him. I was—”
“This is me...” he said, pulling me to him by my long necklace and twisting the pearls so they constricted around my neck, “jealous.”
I placed my hands on his chest, staring into his cold gray depths, mouth parted and pussy aching to be filled. He turned me to face the front door as he gripped my arms behind my back, securing them just above my elbows with his belt. It was painfully tight and the buckle dug into my skin. He pulled back on the pearls so that I was looking up at the ceiling, arms bound and completely at his mercy. I gasped at the strength in which he was handling me. I braced myself for the slap of his hand or more harsh words, but he stood there, his breathing heavy, his erection brushing against my back.
“Fuck, please, Rhys...please.” I felt the warmth spread between my legs as my heart pounded. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I needed his touch, his cock, his lips, and fingers covering and consuming me.
He turned me around to face him again as I leaned in, bracing myself for his touch. He ripped the triangle covering my center away easily as he covered me in his steely gaze. One swipe of his finger or flick of his tongue would ignite me, set me off. He was so insanely beautiful. No man had ever looked this appealing to me. His shadowed, chiseled features, angry eyes, and full lips had me licking mine in anticipation. His anger aroused me, though I hadn’t done a thing to provoke him. He was being possessive and jealous, and I loved every minute of it. It meant he wanted me, that nothing had changed for us physically. Emotionally, we would deal with the rest later. It was raw need driving us together now and I couldn’t wait to be filled by him, fucked by him, to be made his. His jaw twitched as he watched me arch my back as he took me in.
“I need you inside me, Rhys.”
He gripped my necklace again, twisting the beads so I felt the pinch on my skin. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out. He was on the verge of snapping. I did the only thing I could to provoke him further.
“Would you rather I’d entertained him? Asked for his cock? Let him continue to touch me?” Thousands of pearls scattered down my body and onto the floor as he ripped them away. He turned me then pushed me onto the stairs, my head pressed painfully to the side of one of the hard wooden steps as my knees pressed against one another, my bare pussy exposed and ass out. He struck me hard with his hand right on my sensitive clit and I screamed out, tears coming to the surface. Another hard slap to my clit left me pulsating as I braced myself for another, my shoulders against the harsh surface of the stairs. He thrust his fingers inside me suddenly and I heard my arousal as he fucked me with them roughly. The unzipping of his pants had his cock at my entrance in seconds and I moaned in anticipation.
“You want me? This is what you want, Violet? Are you sure? You didn’t seem so certain last week. Tell me what you want!”
“I want—” The words barely passed my lips before he buried his thickness inside me. We both moaned as the sensation overwhelmed us.
“You want me?” he taunted as he circled his hips, pushing hard as I urged him on with my moans. His fucking was tortuously hard, almost painful, and I pushed my ass back, begging for more.
“Fucking take it, Violet,” he snapped, his hand coming down over and over again as he blistered my ass and thighs, my arms painfully bound as he gripped them with his and slammed his cock inside me. My knees screamed as the wood scraped away my skin and the weight of him bruised them as he punished me. I came almost instantly as he ripped away at my pussy, his strokes never slowing, never stopping. I heard his harsh exhale as he channeled all his anger into his fucking. He stopped abruptly, pulling me up by my bound arms, sitting down on a step and pulling me onto his length, facing me away from him.
I was rewarded with a deep moan that fueled me. “Remember this, Violet,” he snapped, his hands molding to my hips as he began to move, pulling me down roughly with each thrust. I arched my back, resting my head on his shoulder as he continued to punish me. He was referring to the first night he had taken me, the first time he’d had me, the night my body became his.
“I love you,” I confessed as he punished away, pretending to not hear my words as he continued his assault.
I came again seconds later and completely slumped against him as his strokes slowed and then stopped.
I looked back at him, our bodies still connected, both of us gasping, and his release still inside of him.
“Rhys?”
“I have to leave.” He breathed heavily as he released my arms from the belt and stood me up. He retrieved my dress from the floor and tugged it up slowly around my body then pulled my arms through the sleeves.
“Rhys, please don’t do this. Don’t pull away from me.” I stood there as he dressed me, like I was a helpless child, and without the right words to say.
“I have somewhere to be,” he snapped as I reached for my coat, carefully stepping around the debris on the floor. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a broom to clean up the pearls and glass, but it was snatched from my hands.
“I have to leave,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the door.
“Stop! Damn you, Rhys Volz, just stop!” I said, pulling away from him.