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sliding it up to my hips.
“I can’t do this with you right now, Noah.” I shoved my arms down, fighting against his unmatched strength to hold me closer. I gave up the fight, having made no leeway in making him let me go. “If you want to be with me, why can’t we be alone? I only need you and not this. That”—I shoved an arm toward the bedroom area—“isn’t something I enjoy.”
He pressed forward, pinning me against the gates so firmly, the metal bars began to dig into my skin and agitate the sores on my back.
The instant I sucked my teeth in pain, the corner of his mouth turned up in pleasure and showcased one of his dimples in the center of his cheeks.
“I never pegged you as a coward who didn’t like to try new things, princess.” His low and husky voice tickled my lips. “They aren’t going to touch you, you know I would never allow another man to have his eyes linger on you for more than a few seconds. This is what you’re going to do: You’re going to take off your clothes, lay on the bed, spread your legs, and submit to what I’m going to give you.”
Pressing my hands down against his chest, I attempted to push him away again. His chest muscles jumped as he further strengthened his hold on me.
“You don’t need to take on the role of Reven or try to make this corner of the world simulate the world you created with Rebirth. We have each other, isn’t that enough?”
“What have you been taught?” His hazel-blue eyes began to squint. His thick lashes cast an intimidating shadow over his eyes. “It’s about expressing yourself sexually and not letting anyone else define what you should and shouldn’t do.”
“I don’t need to express anything with anyone. I’m happy with us, as we are.” Happy. It was a word that sounded strange coming from my mouth and said with very little conviction. He didn’t seem to notice either way.
“It’s not about what you think you need, princess. It’s about what I know you need.”
“Is sex with me becoming…boring?”
“Honestly?” He only caught a glimpse of the brokenness on my face, and it made him sneer. Swiftly, he plucked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to go into the bedroom. He threw me down beside the two men engaging with each other and spread my legs.
“No.” I swatted at his hands, the harsh slapping increasingly echoing between us. “You promised you wouldn’t ever do this.”
My reminder only angered him. He tangled his hand in the back of my hair and yanked it back. The abrupt shift in angle sent a striking pain down my neck. “Who are you, Keaton?” he barked at me.
I couldn’t answer, and he forced one out of me by yanking my hair back so harshly he pulled a few hairs from my scalp. He continued to pull until I whimpered and my lip quivered, fighting a losing struggle against disclosing my pain to him and feeding his insatiable appetite. “Yours,” I submitted, my voice shaking.
“You made this nonconsensual. I’m not very happy about that. Fix it.” He pushed down on the top of my head, brutally coercing me to stare into his demanding eyes.
I pleaded with him, granting him my reluctant permission with my words distant and quiet.
He wedged a finger between the lace of my panties and my sex. With one strong tug, he shredded the material. It fell away from my sex, leaving me exposed.
He unbuckled and pulled down his pants with a blinding speed. Grasping his erection, he directed it toward my slit and drove inside my sex—not well lubricated enough to prevent me from being in pain from his harsh thrusts. He shoved his full length inside me at once and pushed against the soft cushion, holding it there until my will to cry was broken.
He fucked me with an angry brutality, punishing me with no intention but to make me suffer.
My cries came harder and faster, stealing my breath away. My verbal declaration of the burning sensation stemming from between my thighs sparked a
“I can’t do this with you right now, Noah.” I shoved my arms down, fighting against his unmatched strength to hold me closer. I gave up the fight, having made no leeway in making him let me go. “If you want to be with me, why can’t we be alone? I only need you and not this. That”—I shoved an arm toward the bedroom area—“isn’t something I enjoy.”
He pressed forward, pinning me against the gates so firmly, the metal bars began to dig into my skin and agitate the sores on my back.
The instant I sucked my teeth in pain, the corner of his mouth turned up in pleasure and showcased one of his dimples in the center of his cheeks.
“I never pegged you as a coward who didn’t like to try new things, princess.” His low and husky voice tickled my lips. “They aren’t going to touch you, you know I would never allow another man to have his eyes linger on you for more than a few seconds. This is what you’re going to do: You’re going to take off your clothes, lay on the bed, spread your legs, and submit to what I’m going to give you.”
Pressing my hands down against his chest, I attempted to push him away again. His chest muscles jumped as he further strengthened his hold on me.
“You don’t need to take on the role of Reven or try to make this corner of the world simulate the world you created with Rebirth. We have each other, isn’t that enough?”
“What have you been taught?” His hazel-blue eyes began to squint. His thick lashes cast an intimidating shadow over his eyes. “It’s about expressing yourself sexually and not letting anyone else define what you should and shouldn’t do.”
“I don’t need to express anything with anyone. I’m happy with us, as we are.” Happy. It was a word that sounded strange coming from my mouth and said with very little conviction. He didn’t seem to notice either way.
“It’s not about what you think you need, princess. It’s about what I know you need.”
“Is sex with me becoming…boring?”
“Honestly?” He only caught a glimpse of the brokenness on my face, and it made him sneer. Swiftly, he plucked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to go into the bedroom. He threw me down beside the two men engaging with each other and spread my legs.
“No.” I swatted at his hands, the harsh slapping increasingly echoing between us. “You promised you wouldn’t ever do this.”
My reminder only angered him. He tangled his hand in the back of my hair and yanked it back. The abrupt shift in angle sent a striking pain down my neck. “Who are you, Keaton?” he barked at me.
I couldn’t answer, and he forced one out of me by yanking my hair back so harshly he pulled a few hairs from my scalp. He continued to pull until I whimpered and my lip quivered, fighting a losing struggle against disclosing my pain to him and feeding his insatiable appetite. “Yours,” I submitted, my voice shaking.
“You made this nonconsensual. I’m not very happy about that. Fix it.” He pushed down on the top of my head, brutally coercing me to stare into his demanding eyes.
I pleaded with him, granting him my reluctant permission with my words distant and quiet.
He wedged a finger between the lace of my panties and my sex. With one strong tug, he shredded the material. It fell away from my sex, leaving me exposed.
He unbuckled and pulled down his pants with a blinding speed. Grasping his erection, he directed it toward my slit and drove inside my sex—not well lubricated enough to prevent me from being in pain from his harsh thrusts. He shoved his full length inside me at once and pushed against the soft cushion, holding it there until my will to cry was broken.
He fucked me with an angry brutality, punishing me with no intention but to make me suffer.
My cries came harder and faster, stealing my breath away. My verbal declaration of the burning sensation stemming from between my thighs sparked a
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