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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
10,454
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chpt 2
Chpt 2
Too late.
Damien was fast—had always been fast as she recalled. Had once played football or basketball, or any number of those games that she couldn’t stand to watch and couldn’t care less about. But it had explained where he had gotten those lightening reflexes from.
And that ridiculous agility.
A fist around her upper arm.
A grip so hard she would bruise.
And she knew this was just the beginning.
“ASSHOLE!”
Elaya kicked at him, but he held her at arm’s length which, given his 6’1” frame and her 5’3” one was more than enough distance to keep her squirming legs from touching him.
Damien said nothing—simply waited until she tired herself out and then neatly tucked her under his arm like a sack of potatoes.
“…hate you…”
Damien’s grip tightened, and then he flung her onto the mattress. Shit, this was going to hurt.
“I hate you too.”
His lips crashed down on hers so quickly that they drew blood, and Elaya wailed into his hot cavern as he forced a long tongue deep into her throat. She convulsed as he did that, hating that he was so rough, and hating even more that she liked it.
Damien was ripping at her clothes, taking them apart with a brute force she had never seen in him. During their entire dating history, Damien was always so kind…so sweet…
And Elaya hated every minute of it.
“You always wanted me to be rough. So now you’ll get your wish. Aren’t you happy?”
Damien’s voice was hard and gravelly in her ear, and Elaya shivered as she heard him. She wanted to swoon into him, this new, demanding him, but she had pride.
Dignity and pride.
“Fuck you.”
Damien laughed, but not a normal one. No, his light, sweet chuckles were replaced with a dark, demanding rumble, chilling Elaya to her core when he responded.
“My thoughts exactly.”
She didn’t have a chance to breathe as a grip of steel yanked her up by her throat, righting her on the bed by her knees. He squeezed on the apex of her throat very slightly—a killer\'s move, and for the first time, Elaya whimpered in true fear.
“Afraid, sweetness? You should be.”
Elaya reared back despite his grip, only to be yanked forward so fast she thought her head would snap. His voice, when she heard it was straight out of her fantasies—deep, dark, and incredibly, frighteningly, alluringly real...
“I\'m going to fuck you until you\'re raw.”
No...
Something in Elaya wanted desperately to black out and be unconscious for the next several hours. As it was, every instinct for self-preservation was telling her to make nice with the rabid boy she once considered her boyfriend, but...
There was that damned dignity and pride.
“Fuck. You.”
Damien\'s grip suddenly strenghtened, causing Elaya to seeing stars. But rather than let her pass out, Damien let go at the last moment and let Elaya fall backwards onto her plush bed. He knew it would take her several moments to recover enough to move, and he stripped to nothing, erection jutting proudly into the electrified air. Elaya didn\'t see him—couldn\'t as the stars were just rearranging themselves from dangling in front of her face. But she did know he was close enough to hear what she said next—her challenge despite the pain that she knew would follow...
“...bastard...”
***
A/N: Not trying to end on a cliffie, but the next chappie isn\'t quite ready yet. Please reand & review for more. And that challenge is still open, for any who want to write a chappie!
Too late.
Damien was fast—had always been fast as she recalled. Had once played football or basketball, or any number of those games that she couldn’t stand to watch and couldn’t care less about. But it had explained where he had gotten those lightening reflexes from.
And that ridiculous agility.
A fist around her upper arm.
A grip so hard she would bruise.
And she knew this was just the beginning.
“ASSHOLE!”
Elaya kicked at him, but he held her at arm’s length which, given his 6’1” frame and her 5’3” one was more than enough distance to keep her squirming legs from touching him.
Damien said nothing—simply waited until she tired herself out and then neatly tucked her under his arm like a sack of potatoes.
“…hate you…”
Damien’s grip tightened, and then he flung her onto the mattress. Shit, this was going to hurt.
“I hate you too.”
His lips crashed down on hers so quickly that they drew blood, and Elaya wailed into his hot cavern as he forced a long tongue deep into her throat. She convulsed as he did that, hating that he was so rough, and hating even more that she liked it.
Damien was ripping at her clothes, taking them apart with a brute force she had never seen in him. During their entire dating history, Damien was always so kind…so sweet…
And Elaya hated every minute of it.
“You always wanted me to be rough. So now you’ll get your wish. Aren’t you happy?”
Damien’s voice was hard and gravelly in her ear, and Elaya shivered as she heard him. She wanted to swoon into him, this new, demanding him, but she had pride.
Dignity and pride.
“Fuck you.”
Damien laughed, but not a normal one. No, his light, sweet chuckles were replaced with a dark, demanding rumble, chilling Elaya to her core when he responded.
“My thoughts exactly.”
She didn’t have a chance to breathe as a grip of steel yanked her up by her throat, righting her on the bed by her knees. He squeezed on the apex of her throat very slightly—a killer\'s move, and for the first time, Elaya whimpered in true fear.
“Afraid, sweetness? You should be.”
Elaya reared back despite his grip, only to be yanked forward so fast she thought her head would snap. His voice, when she heard it was straight out of her fantasies—deep, dark, and incredibly, frighteningly, alluringly real...
“I\'m going to fuck you until you\'re raw.”
No...
Something in Elaya wanted desperately to black out and be unconscious for the next several hours. As it was, every instinct for self-preservation was telling her to make nice with the rabid boy she once considered her boyfriend, but...
There was that damned dignity and pride.
“Fuck. You.”
Damien\'s grip suddenly strenghtened, causing Elaya to seeing stars. But rather than let her pass out, Damien let go at the last moment and let Elaya fall backwards onto her plush bed. He knew it would take her several moments to recover enough to move, and he stripped to nothing, erection jutting proudly into the electrified air. Elaya didn\'t see him—couldn\'t as the stars were just rearranging themselves from dangling in front of her face. But she did know he was close enough to hear what she said next—her challenge despite the pain that she knew would follow...
“...bastard...”
***
A/N: Not trying to end on a cliffie, but the next chappie isn\'t quite ready yet. Please reand & review for more. And that challenge is still open, for any who want to write a chappie!