“If only you could see yourself right now.” His voice was a husky growl. “If only you could see yourself the way I see you. How much I need you, how much I care about you.”

  He cares about me in his own twisted, fucked-up way.

  “Never have I needed a woman the way I need you, Holly.” He looked right in her eyes. We can both be free … together.”

  Alex frightened her on one level, but her arousal, her curiosity for him, overrode everything else. This was wrong on so many levels, but it also felt good … freeing. It was a twisted situation, but her body reacted to Alex in a way it had never reacted to a man before, even though the situation was fucked. But this surge of excitement left her, as if she were standing on a ledge, about to fall over, and not knowing what was at the bottom.

  He reached out and cupped her chin, his hold firm, controlled. The air stirred briefly, and she smelled the dark and spicy scent of Alex. A fresh wave of pleasure moved through her.

  Just one touch from him and she felt overpowered, but it was the good kind of feeling, the kind she wanted more of.

  “You’re mine.”

  Right away she wanted to say she wasn’t, but the words got lodged in her throat. Instead, she didn’t say anything, just breathed in and out, trying to calm herself.

  He slid his hands up her outer thighs, and a tingling sensation settled even more fiercely between her legs, right in the center of her. He moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, digging his nails slightly into her flesh, and causing a gasp to leave her. The urge to fight, but to also give in at the same time rode her hard. He was meticulous and controlled as he touched every part of her, ran his fingers over her belly, her ribs, and finally stopped on her chest.

  “Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

  For long seconds, she didn’t speak, didn’t even breathe, as she processed what he said, no, demanded.

  But then, as she looked at him, watched as he scanned her body with his gaze, she knew this was the most intense and real situation she’d ever experience. “I want this,” she murmured.

  He made this deep, gruff sound, like an animal getting ready to attack. “No going back.”

  There was never a chance for me to go back, because I had nothing anymore.

  “Lie back and put your arms above your head,” he said and moved away from her.

  It took Holly a lot of control on her part to keep her composure, but a dark, twisted part of her wanted this, and she wanted to see what would happen at the end. Once she was on the bed, and in the position he wanted her in, she clenched and relaxed her hands around the headboard. She wasn’t a virgin, but this sexual experience was unlike anything she ever could have imagined doing.

  He came back toward her and finished removing his shirt. The sight of his exposed abdomen of the power that were pronounced, the strength that was clear, had Holly’s inner muscles clenching, needing something big and long inside of her.

  “I’ve watched, waited until the right moment to bring you here, to make you mine,” he said, his voice like a knife sliding over her flesh. “I waited until you were ready to accept what I want to give you.” He lifted his gaze to hers, the dark slashes of light and shadows coming through the living room from the open doorway making him almost sinister in appearance.

  “You stalked me,” she whispered, her heart thundering harder with each passing second.

  He didn’t speak for several seconds, but still touched her, smoothing his fingers lightly over her flesh.

  “Yes, I did. I make no apologies for doing what I did, not when the end result is you in my bed, about to be mine.” He added pressure to his touch, his nails now scraping along her flesh hard enough there was a flash of pain. “And you will be mine, every fucking part of you, Holly. Make no mistakes about that.”

  A tremor worked its way through her at his words, at the way he touched her. And although she wanted this, was wet for him, a part of her wanted to push him away, to tell him no, that this wasn’t right. Before she could contemplate any of those thoughts, he was leaning over her. His breath was warm as it moved along her nipple, his mouth perilously close. She made a soft sound. The peak hardened painfully, but pleasure also filled her. Holly involuntarily arched her back, causing her aching nipple to brush along his lips. Alex groaned deeply, and she swore she felt the vibrations all the way through her body before the noise settled in her clit.

  A mixture of self-hatred, disgust, and searing pleasure filled her to the point that she gripped the headboard so hard her nails dug into the wood.

  “I knew you’d be like this, so receptive to my touch, so primed for me.” He moved lower and murmured against her chest right before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Over and over he moved his tongue over the peak, and then gently tugged it and ran his teeth over it.

  I should stop this. It isn’t right. I’m not right for enjoying this.

  But she didn’t speak those words out loud, because the pleasure he caused her, the freedom she felt, had everything else going to the backburner.

  “You want this just as badly as I do,” he said, but it was clear he spoke to himself, as if trying to convince himself that this entire situation was right.

  No, he knows this is right because this is what he’s wanted. He has no remorse for what he did.

  He sucked on her nipple more furiously, adding little bites, until arcs of pleasure and pain coursed through her body like lightning bolts.

  She was going to come, and a part of her thought that made this so much darker, a touch more wrong. “Wait,” she whispered, but she ended up moaning again when he groaned against her nipple, the vibrations going through her entire body.

  He sucked harder and faster.

  “Oh God.”

  He moved a hand between her legs, and she knew she was wet, embarrassingly so. He smoothed his fingers between her pussy folds, and she bowed her back, the sensations incredible.

  “You’re so fucking soaked, Holly.” He moved his lips up her chest and settled at the crook of her neck. Alex panted against her throat, his hand still between her legs, his fingers rubbing at her clit. “You want more. Tell me you want more.”

  She shook her head, but she didn’t know why she did the act. A low, desperate sound left her when he applied even more pressure to her clit.

  “Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded.

  “God,” she cried out as the pleasure continued to climb. “I want more.” The words left her on their own accord.

  “Come for me, Holly,” he groaned the words out. “I want to see you let go.”

  A gasp left her. She opened her eyes wide as pleasure stole her breath. “Wait. Oh. God.” Holly’s back arched on its own again, and she placed her hands on Alex’s wide, strong shoulders. She pushed at him, but it was a feeble attempt. The pleasure was too intense, too mind-numbing that deep down she didn’t want it to end.

  He didn’t stop rubbing his fingers against her clit, and over and over he tormented her, giving her pleasure mixed with pain. Alex bit at her throat, groaning as if this was all too much for him. But she knew better. This man was controlled, calculated, and he knew what he was doing. Holly felt like she was spiraling out of control, but it was a strange kind of feeling, one she didn’t want to end just yet.

  When the pleasure started to dim she ached, every part of her felt worn out even if it was just from him rubbing her clit and getting her off. She felt tender and exposed in such a way it was as if her very soul was on display.

  Before she said anything, Alex pressed the weight of his body down on her, his chest to hers, and lowered his face, so it was inches from her own.

  “Stop fucking struggling with yourself and what feels good,” he growled out the words and everything stilled in her. “I can see the war inside of you. Just let go, let me make you feel good. Let me fucking take care of you.” Alex ground his erection into her belly, and a gasp left her.

  “A part of me knows this is wrong.”

  He ground himself against her again. “Does this fucking feel wrong?” he said in a hard tone and reached between them to touch her wet pussy. “Or this?” He challenged. “You feel how hard you make me, how much I want you?” His strength was immense, his desire like a tank ready to destroy anything that stood in his way. Grabbing her behind the knee and pulling it up and out, he took advantage of her surrender and nestled his waist between her legs, his cock now pressed right up against her pussy.

  He was so big, so massive everywhere that she felt insignificant, small in comparison. She felt fragile, but not in the way she’d felt her whole life. This type of fragility made her feel … strong. Holly wanted to escape, and wasn’t this experience, wasn’t giving herself over to Alex, that in every sense of the word?

  Chapter Six

  Holly’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, her need and common sense raging war with each other. Being kidnapped and held captive by Alex was not what she had envisioned as being “free,” but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit a part of herself liked having the power taken from her. It was a type of freedom she would have never expressed before, didn’t even know existed.

  “Give in to me,” he said in his husky voice against her neck. He continued to thrust his cock against her pussy, over and over again, his pants still on, but his cock hard, huge. “Just give in to me, Holy,” he said with a more demanding voice, the tone sharp, serrated.

  With his mouth at her neck, and him running his teeth and tongue along her overly sensitive skin, Holly could have envisioned herself in a different scenario. She could see herself willingly under this man, and these turbulent emotions swirling within her vanishing as if they meant nothing.

  She could see herself free with Alex, and that scared her so damn badly.

  “Just enjoy it, let yourself realize this is what you want, that being with me, being mine, is where you’re supposed to be.” He spoke harshly, and she could tell that his anger, passion, and need to make sure all of this happened the way he wanted was what fueled him the most. He moved away and the chilled air slammed into her.

  In a few quick moves, he removed his pants. Clenching her thighs together to try and stop the pulsing need that had settled between them, she shook her head, not knowing exactly why. But a dark look crossed his face, and everything in her heated further. His body was hard, strong, his cock huge.

  “Once my cock is deep in your pussy you’ll finally accept that you’re mine, finally understand what it means when I said this is supposed to be.” With that long, thick hardness between his thighs, pointing right at her, she knew there was no stopping this.

  You do want it. Be honest with yourself.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, Holly. Fucking tell me.” He gripped the base of his shaft and started stroking himself as he stared at her.

  “I want it, want you.” There, the words were out, unable to be taken back. She wet her lips and took a deep, steadying breath. “But you know taking me the way you did wasn’t right.” She didn’t know why she said that last part, but it was too late to take it away.

  “I don’t feel sorry for taking you. I wanted you, and now I have you. I have shown more patience with you than I ever have with anyone else in my life.” And then he was touching her again, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, and having her bite her lip hard enough she tasted blood.

  “You don’t have to run, don’t have to live a lie.” His voice got harder, and he moved a finger lower, plunging it into her body.

  She opened her mouth wide on a silent cry. It felt good, but it also was sudden in its intensity. Holly was going to come, could feel it starting to build at the base of her spine.

  He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Say you’ll give yourself to me fully.” He thrust his finger harder into her. Involuntarily her pussy clenched around his digit, and he groaned hard against the shell of her ear. “That’s it.” He added another finger. “Let me help you become free.”

  And as if his words had been the trigger, she came for him. She felt suffocated, but it was the good kind of discomfort, the pleasurable kind of tightness in her chest and throat.

  The bed was moving slightly, and she realized Alex was pressing his hips into the mattress, dry-humping it because he was just as lost in this as she was.

  “Fuck,” he said in a deep voice. “Spread your legs wider for me. Let me see your pussy.”

  She curled her nails into her palms until pain lanced through her, but did as he asked. He pulled back slightly and his gaze stayed on her face. And then only seconds later he looked down between her thighs. Her heart thundered behind her sternum with each passing second. She kept her gaze on him, watching for any clue as to what he might be thinking, but found none. He kept his composure on a leash, and that made her feel ten times as affected.

  He placed his thumb and finger on her labia, smoothing them up and down on her flesh right before he pulled them apart. The cool air circulated throughout the room, chilling her overheated flesh. With his fingers still spreading her wide, he continued to watch her for what seemed like forever.

  Alex shifted so his face was right between her legs now, and his warm breath teased her folds. A dark mask covered his face, and he placed a hand on each of her inner thighs, stilling her, holding her in place. And then he had his mouth on her pussy. He worked his tongue around her clit and then moved it along her inner lips. His hot breath moved along her cleft, sending her spiraling closer to oblivion. How was it possible to desperately need more?

  “God.” She hated that she sounded desperate for him. The sound of sucking flesh had her on the brink of completion, but just as quickly as he’d started, he stopped.

  “You’re so fucking sweet.” When he pulled away, she felt bereft and disappointed, but she knew he wasn’t about to end this.

  She squirmed on the bed; her breasts thrust out, her nipples hard as rocks. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of them. She arched into his mouth, his touch like fire along her body. While he sucked and licked at her, he continued to stroke his cock between them. That realization was like gasoline being thrown onto a roaring fire.

  He latched his mouth onto hers, making her taste herself on him. He kissed her for several seconds, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, fucking her like she knew he’d do between her legs. But Alex pulled away from her too soon. They looked at each other for a second, and then he lowered his gaze to her pussy, grabbed his cock again, and aligned the tip of his dick with the entrance of her cunt.

  “Tell me you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready,” she whispered right away.

  He started to push inside, and she felt the stretch and burn from the size of his dick.

  “It’s so fucking good, Holly. Christ.”

  Holly didn’t want it slow. She wanted this hard and fast, making her forget about her shitty life and what she’d lost.

  He placed a hand on each of her thighs and continued to push deep into her. Tears came, but not because it hurt or she was afraid, but because for the first time in her life she didn’t feel like she was trapped. It was like an oxymoron in the most fucked up of ways.

  She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth, but she never told him to stop. Holly wouldn’t. And then he let loose and fucked her with long, hard strokes. Over and over he plowed into her; the sounds coming from both of them crazed, animalistic. He was sweating, and the beads of wetness slid down the length of his chest and dripped onto her belly.

  Seeing the expressions on his face as he took her was like watching an animal becoming free. He thrust especially hard into her and her eyes rolled back into her head. She bunched the sheets in her hands, but only a second of doing that and she was grabbing onto his biceps and digging her nails into his flesh.

  Alex pulled out only long enough to take hold of her hips, flip her onto her belly, and push her legs apart again with his knee. She was at his mercy, and although this was the opposite of being free, Holly felt like she was finally there, experiencing that freedom she’d ben lacking in her life.

  Looking over her shoulder showed Alex’s gaze trained on her ass. He slipped his finger through her slit, gathered her moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart. Holly knew what was to come, and her throat tightened. He got her anus wet with her pussy cream.

  “I’m going to claim your ass, Holly,” he said without making it a question or asking permission. With only one glance at her before focusing on her ass again, Holly braced herself for what was to come. To her surprise, he placed the tip of his cock back at her pussy instead of her ass, held onto her waist, and thrust into her in one deep, hard move. Her cry was slightly muffled from being pressed against the mattress.

  Pumping into her fast and hard, he grabbed her hands and placed them on her lower back, keeping them bound together by one of his. He squeezed his fingers around her wrists, taking control, dominating her with his strength. She turned her head to the side even more, opened her mouth, and sucked in air. He slammed into her, held his position for a second, and then pulled out slowly again.

  “Yes,” she hissed out.

  He gathered more of her arousal and brought it to her ass again, and slipping the soaked digit over her anus again. He teased the hole, and then slipped it inside. Involuntarily her inner muscles clenched around his finger, and this strangled groan left him. He pumped into her pussy with his cock at the same time he thrust his finger in and out of her ass. He stilled after a few seconds of doing this, spread her ass as far as it would go, and leaned forward. She looked at him and watched as he let a string of saliva slide off the top of his tongue. His saliva landed on her asshole, hot, searing, and erotic.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

  She nodded, not able to speak, hell, not even able to think clearly right now.

  When he pulled out of her body, he immediately gathered more of her wetness and smoothed it over her anus, mixing it with his saliva until she knew her back hole was nice and lubed.