His eyes wandered down her body to lock on where they were connected. All that distended flesh was likely wrapped around his cock, folding up and down his length, so fucking grotesque it made her eyes burn.
“Stop looking.” It was a tear-choked plea, one he acknowledged with a furrowed brow then rejected as he sat up, gripped her ass, and angled his head, watching himself slide in and out.
She thrashed and jerked, but her efforts didn’t distract him from staring at her pussy.
A twitch tugged the lower lid of her eye, jumping manically, angry and relentless. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed slow and deep. Numbness settled over her arms, and a throb awoke in her chest, like an over-pressurized artery pulsing above the muscle. If only it was a heart attack.
Instead, it was the smothering pain of panic crashing over her. She tried to calm it by focusing on something other than the sight of her body. She studied his heavy-lidded eyes, strong nose, and full mouth, all arranged in perfect symmetry. The angles of his face followed lines of natural geometry. Uniformed cuts of muscle sculpted his pecs and abs.
He was a kidnapper, a rapist, and she ached to be repulsed by him, just to prove she was sane, but she couldn’t. And she wasn’t. His scarred beauty radiated seduction and danger, a deadly combination.
She’d told him he would see why she’d given up modeling, yet he continued to fuck her as if he hadn’t seen every inch of her terrible nudity. His arms braced beside her waist, his biceps flexing as his cock pistoned in and out of her, scrambling her thoughts, overwhelming her.
The dime-sized scar in his shoulder was the last thing she saw as tremors attacked her nervous system, seizing her body and arching her back. Blackness invaded, the clouds faded from the windows, and she fell into nothingness.
A hand slammed into her jaw, shooting a stinging fire through her nose. She blinked, gasping for air, and his scowl bleared into focus.
“Stay with me, goddammit.” Silver flames lit his eyes, sparking above her in blurry, iridescent flashes.
He pulled out, ripped off the condom, and pumped his hand along his length, hard and fast. Bending over her, he propped himself up, his arm straight, biceps straining as his fist stroked. His eyes locked with hers, and his mouth opened with a guttural shout as come squirted over her mound, belly, and chest.
She stared at the globs streaking her body, dazed. Why had he come on her and not in her?
He answered her unspoken question when he swirled his fingers through the ejaculate, spreading it over her skin as if rubbing it into her pores, marking his territory.
“Beautiful.” His voice was thick with lust. He leaned down and lapped at it, collecting a white puddle on his tongue.
Before she could analyze the come licking, he crawled up her body and captured her mouth. His salty kiss swirled past her lips, aggressive and consuming. She tried to fight it, but she was too weak, too lost to the drugging glide of his lips, the salacious pressure of his teeth, and the undivided focus of his desire.
He’d seen every shameful flaw, and still he kissed her as if he believed she was beautiful? She closed her eyes and could almost taste a man beneath the cruel lash of his tongue. The flavor bore a hint of cleanliness. Earthy. Carnal. Human. It gave her hope that a modicum of kindness might’ve been buried in there, too. No doubt it was a hope fabricated from desperation.
He broke the kiss, and his tongue darted out, trailing the seam of her mouth. “If turning off the lights is the only way you can get off, you need to replace it with something else.” His lips whispered over her cheek. “With trust.”
“Are you shitting me?” She twisted in the restraints, kicking and heaving against his heavy body. “You fucking raped me!”
A dark cloud rolled over his face, and his eyes grew unfocused, his voice eerily quiet. “To call that rape insults the brutality inflicted by the worst kind of man.” He blinked, and his eyes cleared. He rubbed his forehead, dropped his hand, and his mouth tilted in a crooked grin. “You liked it too much.”
Fire spread over her body, lighting up her nerves and burning her throat. “I’m tied down, dammit. I didn’t have a choice.” She didn’t have a choice to like it? Okay, not a whip-smart response. “Untie me.” She glared at him through blurry eyes. “Or do you plan on raping me again?”
“Maybe.” He winked. “If you beg.”
The fuck she would. “Is your name really Van?”
His fingers caressed a path around the outer swell of her breast, over her ribs and hip, and slipped between the raw skin of her lower lips. “My mother named me Van Quiso.” He shoved two fingers in her opening and curled them, coaxing her muscles to clench. “You’ll refer to me as Master.” His timbre was a velvet sheath swaddling an obnoxious order.
He shifted down her body, hovering like a dark mountain of dread, and wedged his massive shoulders between her thighs.
Her heart rammed against her ribs in a violent protest. Oh God, she never wanted anyone down there. Not after Brent. It was her biggest shame, her eternal regret. “Please, don’t. You don’t understand.”
He bared his teeth, grinning, and bit down on her clit. White-hot pain pierced through her pussy in concentrated heat. She cried out as his teeth continued to pierce and yank the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking back and forth as swiftly as his thrusting fingers.
She screamed thick, sobbing shrills of agony. Hot tears rolled down her face, her cries garbled and raw. He released her, kissing the sore flesh. The tenderness only made her cry harder.
She was on display, naked and hurting, weak and defenseless. And her future would only get worse.
