His Hostage(39)

As my orgasm crashes through every limb, Vince pounds me harder and harder, pushing the edge of my release higher up. His hands grip my ass and angle me to his rough pubic hair brushing against my clit with every violent thrust. My fingers claw at the sheets as my mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure.

His head dips to the crook of my neck, and he nips my earlobe as he growls, “Mine.”

He thrusts harder and faster, pistoning into me, the gentleness completely gone as he owns my body. “Mine,” he says louder in my ear. His hot breath mingles in the suffocating air between us. His lips crash against mine with a primal need and I meet his passion, pouring everything into our kiss. His hands move to my thighs and spread me even wider for him.

I moan from how deep he enters me, hitting the opening of my cervix with every thrust. He's so deep, almost too deep. I feel the need to pull away, but each time he leaves me I want more. Again and again he thrusts mercilessly into me.

I feel the rising tingling through my body. My breathing comes in heavy pants. My lungs seem too empty, not filling fast enough. The need to breathe barely registers as he forces himself deep inside of me and hot waves of cum splash inside me. I feel him pulse as his eyes go half-lidded and his mouth hangs open in ecstasy. The sight of him in complete pleasure and the feel of his cock pumping inside of me sets me off. I shatter beneath him yet again.

The heat, the tingling sensation along every inch of my skin is too much. I want to thrash and move against the overwhelming feelings, but instead I’m paralyzed. My body bows, and the heels of my feet dig into his ass. My pussy clamps hard around him and I scream his name as I cum violently around him.

As my breathing slows and my heart settles, the hot, numbing feeling on my skin begins to subside. But every small movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.

Vince moves me, picking my small body up in his arms and spooning beside me, my back pressed against his front. He plants small kisses on my neck and runs his hand down my side, over my hip, ending at the top of my thigh. Once my breathing has calmed, he pulls the blanket over me and wraps his arm around my chest, molding my body to his and holding me tight.

It’s everything I thought it would be like. I close my eyes and try to keep reality from coming back. I can’t avoid it. The second I try to resist, it floods back to me and I stiffen in his arms.

He tries to soothe me, to mold my back to his chest, but I resist.

After a long while, Vince finally speaks. “I need to get out of here.” He lets me go and moves off the bed.

I sit up to look at him. “Where...” I start to question him, but I stop. I’m fucking stupid for thinking there was something there between us. That I felt something for him. I close my mouth and try to gather up the courage to ask to leave again. I just want to go. The thought is like a brick in my stomach.

“I just want to leave. I’m not going to say anything about anything.” I try to cross my legs on the bed, but fuck, I hurt so bad. I’m so sore. I wince slightly and a look of pain is reflected in Vince’s eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I need to figure this shit out.”

“You’re just making it worse!” I yell at him.

“You don’t understand.” His cool response makes me angry.

“Explain it to me then!”

He grips my mouth with one hand and grabs the nape of my neck with the other. He lowers his head and kisses me hard on the lips. “Sweetheart, I swear to God, you really need to shut your mouth and trust me.”

I want to. I want to trust him, but I can’t.

“I need to tie you up.” No. I don’t want that. I shake my head, no.

“Why?” I ask in a hoarse whisper.

He stares at me like I’m an idiot. “You just tried to kill me.”

“You just fucked me,” I spit back.

“It was a lapse in judgment.” That fucking hurt. That’s a damn blow to my ego. Shame replaces any possible positive feeling I have.

He must see the hurt on my face. “Not like that. I didn’t mean it like that.”

I can’t look at him. He tries to touch me and I push him away.

It was a mistake. All of this is such a mistake. I’m a mistake. I’ve heard it all my life, but I never thought it was true until now. I don’t want to die, but part of me wishes he would just kill me.





Chapter 21: Vince





I don’t fucking want to be here. I shouldn’t be here. Instead, I should be making sure that she’s staying put. But I tied her up so tight, there’s no way she’s getting out.

She was a virgin. She lost her virginity to me like that. No wonder she was so fucking sore. I tilt my head back and slam down another shot. So fucking tight. So fucking good.