She remains still as I rub the raw skin. I’m tempted to place kisses over the swollen flesh, but she doesn’t deserve that right now. I unbutton my trousers and push them along with my boxers down my hips.
Evie turns her head, her eyes on fire, and I grin at her.
“You want me to fuck your ass?”
Her cheeks grow redder. They are still damp from her falling tears, and I don’t stop her as she faces me.
“No.” She lies back. “Why not take me fully?” She closes her eyes, but a smile dances with madness across her bitten lips.
“I can’t.”
“Coward.” The word from her lips has me moving over her. Her gaze meets mine.
“Be careful. Printsessa.” I warn her and run my fingers down her cheek. She tries to move her face away from me. My cock rests on her pussy, and I want nothing more than to drive it into her. “Don’t push me.”
Her smile widens. “The Handler? Hmmm.”
I’m ready to move away from her. She’s lost her mind, taunting me.
Doubt clouds her eyes, and I see that’s what she is doing. She’s testing me.
I grin down at her. “You think if I fuck you, I’ll pay for you?” I laugh, and her face flames up. She tries to get off the bed, confirming my suspicion. I should feel victorious, but I don’t. I grab her waist and drag her back into my chest. She tries to wriggle free, but I hold her tighter. “Be quiet, Evie,” I whisper, and she stills in my arms.
She’s willing to give me all of her in hopes that I won’t hand her over. “I can’t keep you,” I growl into her ear. But for the first time, I’m allowing her to hear it. I’m allowing her to hear that if I could, I would. She’s a rare beauty. She’s strong, and she intrigues me.
Her breaths come out in sharp puffs of warm air. My hand rests over her pounding heart.
She turns her head, trying to see my face. Tears blur her eyes. “Whoever gets me won’t be as weak as you.” She pushes my arm away from her, and it falls to my side. I get off the bed and pull up my trousers before I do something I regret.
She scrambles off the bed, too, like the madness has taken over her mind. “He won’t hesitate to fuck me.” She’s trembling with temper and desperation.
I clench my jaw but don’t move as she advances on me.
“You call yourself The Handler? All I see is a little boy doing Igor’s errands.”
I’m upon her before I can think straight. Her body grows slack as I push her back onto the bed and push her face down into the mattress.
I keep one hand on her head and use the other to lower my trousers and boxers. My body wraps across her back as I speak into her ear. Her face is hidden behind her hair, but it rises with each puff of terrified air that leaves her mouth.
“I’m not afraid of Igor. I’m not afraid of anyone.” I bark before leaning away from her and yanking up her skirt. She doesn’t stop me, but her knuckles are white as she clings to the blankets like they will lessen this moment. I don’t hesitate but place my cock at her virgin entrance. Every single muscle in her body is tense. I don’t push in but lean in across her again. Removing the hair from her face, she looks up at me; the whites of her eyes are so large, as the fear in her continues to grow.
“I need people like Igor to keep me in line because when I do what I want, it’s not very nice, Evie.” I lean back and slam myself into her. Her cry fades away as I pull out and push my cock back in.
“I’m no one’s errand boy,” I tell her as I move faster, allowing my own need to build. Her pussy is painfully tight around my cock. The pain and pleasure have me grabbing her ass. Her cries don’t stop, but she doesn’t stop me either. Even if she wanted to, I wouldn’t allow it.
I move faster, and her pussy clenches and releases around me. A warmth seeps from her, and I look down as I draw my cock out to see blood smeared across it.
She was no longer a virgin. There was no reason to hold back. Her cries have stopped as I grip her hips and force her to arch her ass up so I can bury myself inside her. My flesh slaps against hers, and the pleasure grows. Her pussy clenches around my cock again, and I keep going until I feel myself ready to let go. I wait until the last second before I pull my cock out of her pussy. My cum spills down her leg and onto the bed. Blood mixes with my cum, and I stare at it as the room stops spinning, and the natural sounds of the space come fully back, and I can hear my heavy breathing and her cries that are soft but filled with pain.
She tries to crawl away from me, but I grip her thighs. Her head swings around, fire burns in her blue eyes, tears stain her cheeks.
“Don’t move,” I order and leave her to go to the bathroom, where I clean myself and return with a cloth for her. She hasn’t moved, and I take my time cleaning her up. She flinches when I touch her pussy with the cloth. I’m gentle, but no doubt she’s tender. Once she’s cleaned, I pull her skirt back down.
“Now you can move.” She doesn’t instantly, but when she does, she moves like a wounded animal.
Once she manages to get off the bed, she spins around and faces
