And then she came.
I heard the doorknob gently twist, the sound announcing her approach. I remained in bed and waited for her, my cock getting hard at the thought of what would happen next. She would try to choke me or slam something into my head. Instead, I would fuck her to teach her a lesson.
And I’d have every right to.
I felt her approach my bed slowly, her breathing steady. Despite her petite size, the floorboards still slightly creaked under her steps. The house was old, once a beautiful castle, but time had worn down several aspects of it.
Once she was close enough, I made my move. I grabbed her wrist and slammed it down on my nightstand, forcing the rock in her hand to come loose and topple to the ground. She screamed at the impact of her hand, either from the pain or the surprise.
I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her onto the bed, moving around her at the same time. I slept in the nude, so I was prepared for what would happen next. I yanked her bottoms and panties off until my cock was pressed right between her ass cheeks. I grinded against her, her hands pinned behind her back while my other hand held her by the neck. “I was hoping you would do that.”
She breathed deeply underneath me, her body trying to fight me during her panic. “Don’t—”
I pressed my tip to her entrance, sliding my head inside. I was greeted by her tightness, and I moaned automatically when I realized how much her pussy would squeeze my dick. “It’s time to punish you.”
“No.” She bucked her hips back, but that didn’t stop me.
“I’m gonna fuck you, London. And I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
She bucked against me again and began to scream even though Finley wouldn’t do a damn thing. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, and I’ll never do it again. Just please don’t. Please…” Her body lay on top of the bedding, her pussy still mine to take.
“If I begged you to stop, would you have stopped?”
She was silent since we both knew the answer.
“Cry all you want. I’ll just enjoy it even more.” I slid my cock farther inside, aroused by the moisture that met me.
“No! Please.” She panted underneath me, desperation in her voice. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. You’re better than this.”
I laughed even though she wasn’t trying to be funny. “I’m definitely not better than this. I stole you, so I’m not above using you.”
“Hit me. Break me. Kill me. Just please don’t do this…”
Inexplicably, those words sank into me—right to the bone. She preferred death over sex, and that pulled at my misplaced compassion. The head of my cock was still inside her, feeling the wet moisture. “Why are you wet then, Lovely?” I didn’t pull my dick out because it felt too incredible inside her. So soft. So warm.
She breathed heavily underneath me, her face pressed into my sheets.
“I asked you a question.” I tightened my grip on her wrists and squeezed her neck.
She twisted her head, trying to free herself from the hold. “I’m attracted to you…”
My fingers immediately relaxed around her throat, those words soothing on my ear. Her confession was so honest and so embarrassing. I was taking her against her will, and she still got wet for me. It truly was humiliating—for her.
“But I don’t want this. Maybe my body does, but I don’t. So have some compassion, and let me go.”
My hand still clamped her wrists together, and I struggled to release her. Knowing she wanted my cock made me want to keep going. My attraction to her doubled within seconds. Now I wanted her sensually, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved together in mutual passion.
Not like this.
I found the strength to release her and pull the tip of my cock out. The second my wet cock felt the air of my bedroom, he twitched in frustration. I didn’t pull on a pair of boxers because I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness.
London breathed a sigh of relief when I let her go, but she still hid her face. Her ass was still in the air and her panties around her ankles.
I forced myself to look away because it just made me harder. “I suggest you get dressed and leave before I change my mind.”
She snapped out of it and pulled her clothes back on. She refused to meet my gaze before she darted out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind her.
I sat at the edge of the bed and tried to make sense of what just happened. I had every right to fuck her. After all, she had just tried to kill me in my sleep—a coward’s attempt. I owned her. She was my four-million-dollar collateral that I took from Joseph. If I wanted to fuck her, I could. If I wanted to snap her neck, I could.