Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

It’s so thick and big, I feel it through my shorts. I feel how much it’ll hurt, how much I might not survive this.

But it’s impossible to stop, not when I’ve gotten this far.

“Do you really think you can fight me, slut?”

I don’t know what snaps me. If it’s the name-calling or the condescension in it, but I squirm as a roar echoes through the empty darkness.

Mine.

I twist around, squealing as I hit and claw anywhere I can touch him. His arm, his face, his shoulder. I don’t know, but I think I even rip his shirt.

My crazed movements are based on pure instinct, as if I’ve lost the rational, human side of me and I’m just an animal now.

Like him.

We’re both pure fucking animals.

He grabs both of my wrists and slams them above my head on the stairs as the shadow of his abdomen flexes over me.

I try to kick him as I wiggle, releasing god-awful raspy pants filled with the need to survive.

“Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am.

The only problem is that I want it.

Deep in the darkness of my chest, I fucking need it.

Slap!

I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet.

Holy fuck. I’m really insane.

“Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts.

I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at my shorts.

I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everything I have. I fight like I’ve never fought before until I actually believe that I want out of this, that this isn’t something I already agreed to by not saying that damn word.

Even in my madness, my strength doesn’t match his. He yanks the shorts off and throws them away, then all but rips off my panties. I gasp when the gesture creates friction against my swollen clit.

He slaps me on the pussy and I squeal, my back arching. The stairs feel so rough against my back, but even they add a strange sense of stimulation.

“Look at your cunt weeping for me. Such a dirty slut.”

“I’m not…not a slut…”

He smacks me on my most intimate part again and I whimper-squeal as he savagely thrusts two fingers inside me. It’s so much rougher than when I handle myself, primal and filled with a blinding type of control.

“Do you feel how my fingers are stretching your channel? Soon, it’ll be my dick and it’s bigger and harder. Feel your juices coating me and inviting me in?” He rubs the heel of his palm against my clit at the same time as he pounds into me with his two merciless fingers and I’m a goner.

A fucking goner.

I don’t even last a few seconds under his callous ministration as my mouth falls open and I scream.

The stimulation is the strongest I’ve ever experienced, and as a result, I come the hardest and strongest I ever have. The waves roll off me until I think I’m blacking out.

“Yes, strangle my fingers before you take my thick dick up this tight cunt.”