Her hands shake, but there’s no terror in Marjorie’s eyes. The clothes come off in layers. She looks so sweet like this, stepping out of a pair of pants. Dropping a bra to the floor. Every curve of her skin that she exposes lights another part on fire.
I go to her when she’s naked. I put my hand on her chin, force her head up, and kiss her hard. Rough. Harder than I’ve kissed her before. I haven’t touched Marjorie Dunn like this even once. I’m expecting for her to hate it. For her to jerk away. For her to resist me.
But instead, she makes a hot begging sound into my mouth.
No. No. She’s supposed to see me for what I am, and she’s not.
“That’s not enough.” I turn her around and force her onto the bed, pinning her with my body. She bends for me even while she pants and gasps, her fear rising. I push her head to the comforter and yank her hips up into position. “You want to live?”
“Yes.” Her hands clench on the fabric. “Please, yes.”
“You’d offer me your pussy in exchange for your life?”
“Please, take it.”
I take out my cock and find her opening. Waiting is too damn hard. I’m all pissed-off want and emotion. I’m nothing like the man I’m supposed to be. I enter her in a single stroke. Marjorie cries out at the invasion, but she pulses around me. She’s fucking welcoming me, even now.
“Work for it,” I order her. “Work for this. This is your fucking life, and I’m not satisfied.”
She moves her hips back against me. It’s hard, the way I have her pinned. I’m holding her down. Being a monster. Marjorie moans, and it almost undoes me. I stroke into her again. Hard. Fast. No consideration for her.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
I pull out, turn her over, and put her wrists over her head. She squirms against my grip, fighting. “You’re not giving me enough.”
Marjorie opens her thighs for me, breathing hard. “Here. Here. Anything you want.”
It’s nothing to drive back into her. She’s wet for me. It still knocks the wind out of her. “I want you to convince me.”
“Convince you of what?”
That I could stay here without ruining your life. That a man like me isn’t too much for a sweet little innkeeper like you. That I’m not the monster I know I’ve become.
“Show me how much you like it, Marjorie. Show me how much you like getting fucked by a man who wants to hurt you.”
Her muscles clench around me, and her lips part. “I do.”
“Don’t tell me. Show me. Come on my thick cock.”
“But you’re—you’re fucking me so hard.”
I am. It’s true. I can’t slow the rhythm of my hips down. It feels too good to be inside her. It feels like a release from all that fucked-up feeling earlier. She’s slick and hot and fitted to me exactly. I’ve never thought of sex as a means to get closer to a person. Not in any genuine way. It was only ever a tool to manipulate women. But I don’t want to manipulate her now. I want her to see me. I want her to love me.
Oh, fuck.
“I am fucking you hard,” I agree with her, my ab muscles bunching. It’s hard not to come. “I don’t care if it hurts. Come on my cock. You look so pretty this way, Marjorie. I wouldn’t want to have to damage you.”
She pulls at my hand around her wrists, trying to get free. I don’t think she’s actually attempting to escape. I think she’s looking for pressure and contact, the way I am. Fucking hell. I did this to put distance between us, but I’ve never felt closer to another person. Her body is pressed all along mine, anywhere she can reach. Her sweet thighs lock around my hips.
“What will you do if I don’t come?”
“Punish you for being so goddamn beautiful. I’d fuck you in all your holes. I’d make you cry with my cock down your throat. I’d put you on your knees and pull your hair and make you take it until you scratched me to get me to stop.”
Her breathing picks up and up and up, her body heating around me. Marjorie’s hips move faster. Jerky. It’s the threats that are turning her on. They’re making her wetter and tighter. She grinds herself shamelessly into me from underneath.
“I’d watch you cry,” I say into her ear. “I’d make your ass red. I’d hurt you so you never forgot it.”
She comes all over me with a desperate moan. I’ve spent years in the field, learning to be fucking patient, but when she tightens and pulses and comes, I can’t hold back. I lean in over her and fuck her like I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost it. I fill Marjorie Dunn up. All of me pours into her. She arches underneath me, spreading her legs wider to take it all in.