Branded (Savage Men 4)

I snort, and say, “See? You like this.”

“Shut up,” she snarls, so I go inside a little farther until it starts to hurt again.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say, pushing farther and farther. I want to see that twinge on her face. That moment when it becomes a little too much. Then I’ll push on, forcing her to realize she’s at my mercy and that she has no control over this. She needs to learn to submit.

“Fuck,” she murmurs when I’m almost in to the base.

“Take it,” I growl, grasping a handful of her hair so I can pull her head back. “Take it like the slut you are.”

I’ve never called her names, but she deserves them for putting me through all this pain. For trying to kill me twice now. And for denying us both the pleasure we deserve so much.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she hisses.

I start thrusting into her ass and slap it for good measure too. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, cupcake.”

She growls again but doesn’t say another word.

She knows she can’t go against me. Not when I’m the one holding all the reins.

She should just accept what I give her. It’s a small price to pay for the enjoyment.

Besides, she’s a liar if she claims she doesn’t like this. I can tell from her face and the way her lips form an o and her eyes roll into the back of her head whenever I hit that point. Fuck, I love fucking her ass.

I should’ve done this a long time ago and not given a fuck about what she thought, or what anyone else thought, for that matter.

We’ve been too busy with pleasing others instead of ourselves. Well, that’s about to change.

This is my second time taking her body, and I don’t intend for it to be the last. The more I fuck with her, the more I’m beginning to enjoy it. Maybe there’s more to us than fighting and hatred. Maybe there’s more to get here than revenge.

And who said pain and pleasure can’t go hand in hand?

I can give her plenty of both …

I slap her ass again and grasp the ties around her wrists to hold while I fuck her hard. The gun is a few feet away, right in front of her. So close, yet too far to grasp. “Look at that.” I make her lift her head. “Do you see it, Dixie? The gun. Look at it and see your defeat. Look at it and know I’m claiming your ass instead. Look at it and know where you belong.”

I pound into her with everything I have. For years, I fixated on her, tempted by the mere thought of holding her in my arms. And now that I finally have her, I’ll make her see how good it can be with me.

So I start rubbing her again even though she just came. This is the pain I’ll give her. The constant influx of delicious sensations bombarding her. I want her to fall apart again and again until she finally realizes there’s nothing better than this. Nothing.

And then I’ll take it all away again and leave her in pieces.

Just like she did me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” she says. “Fuck!”

“Such a fucking potty mouth,” I say, circling her clit.

Right as she comes, I stick a finger up her pussy just to feel it, and fuck me, do I love it.

I don’t stop slamming into her ass, burying myself deep inside her while she’s helpless to stop me. Her body has even started moving along with my rhythm, accepting my length in full as if she relishes the feel of me inside her.

And I come so fucking hard I roar while my seed jets into her, filling up both her holes.

Perfect. Just like her fucking body, which I can’t stop fondling even when I pull my dick out.

Cum slides down her legs as she sinks to the ground, her eyes closed, her body still shaking from the ordeal. I know what I can do to women, but I don’t think she knew.

“Fuck,” she mumbles.

A smirk forms on my lips. “That’s what you get for trying to fuck with me. I fuck you back with double the pain.” I slap her ass once more for good measure.

* * *

Dixie

I scramble off the ground on hands and knees. “God, I fucking hate you.”

A dirty laugh comes from his mouth. “Sure, you do.”

“I fucking do!” I yell, gazing at him with eyes full of fire. But it’s not hatred I feel in my heart. Only confusion over what just happened and how I feel about it.

He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “You’re only trying to fool yourself.”

I jerk my head away from his grip, and say, “Put my clothes back on.”