Christ. He can't be serious?
No man had ever called me beautiful. Well, of course, he hadn't called me that – it was too civilized for him – but he'd really said it in his own dark way. Same damned way he dripped lust, wanting me like nobody ever had.
The insane expression twisting his face said otherwise. His grip loosened on my other hand. His hands were off me. He ran one over his face, up through his short spiky hair, eyes glowing bright as stars after his palm passed over them.
“Trouble is, I give a shit about those tears running down your cheeks. I can fuck you and satisfy this dick while you're bawling your eyes out, yeah, but I won't fucking enjoy it. I want you to want this. I need you to fuck me like my wife instead of a goddamned whore bound by some contract.” David released a long growl through his teeth as he hooked his hips to mine and started to rock.
At first, anger surged. What were these shitty mind games? Was I supposed to feel sorry for him?
“You're crazy!” I grunted, flattening my palms against his chest. He moved faster, harder, leveling his hard ridge perfectly between my legs.
“No, love, and that's enough bullshit outta you,” he growled, reaching for my hair and fisting it, jerking my head. “Only fucking thing that's insane is my dick if I'm not balls deep inside you in the next hour.”
His eyes narrowed. I wanted to twist away, embrace the horror I should've been feeling, but instead my eyes were fixed to his, shining straight through me.#p#分页标题#e#
“Dunno if I believe in love at first sight,” he whispered. “Maybe first fuck.”
What little resistance I still had in me faded the instant his cock hit my clit through our fabric. My body responded with fire, all I had to worry about now. Every part tingled, electric and wild. The bastard made me feel more alive when he ground his dick against me than I'd felt in years of my old life.
How the hell did he do it? What was he doing to me?
I hated him. I needed to. But I hated Dad more, the real bastard who'd betrayed me in a way I could never forgive.
The tears stopped. The bed creaked beneath us as he rocked and rocked, eyes closed, slamming his hips harder toward mine, making me feel every vibration. Lewd, provocative sex hit my brain and took over every thought.
I imagined him driving into me with nothing left between us.
All the filthy possibilities hit me in one go. David top, behind me, my legs spread and hooked around his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper as he held me down, growling and coming inside me.
“Shit!” I choked and grabbed the sheets. God help me, my hips bucked him back. My legs wrapped around his, hooking tight, all the better to grind.
It went on for another minute before he shifted, pushing his arms around my head, rising up to level more force against me. His hands slipped down my back, lifting me, pulling my face up in one hand for a kiss.
His mouth sent pure fire into mine. I sucked hungrily at his tongue, moaning with need.
Right now, one emotion was bound to get the upper hand, and there were certainly worse ones than desire. I just wanted some control, even a little, just a tiny, tiny scrap. Beneath it all, the rage burned, inseparable from lust.
I needed to make someone pay for all this, making me face Hurricane David, rending me apart with every thrust, every kiss, every whirlwind finger...
There was only one way to accept.
By fucking David, I was fucking over my asshole father. Or else I was already so far gone, swept away in his lust, that I couldn't think of anything except fucking him.
His breath came quicker in my mouth, his kisses harder. I leaned up, climbing his body, throwing my hands around his head and scratching at his neck. David sucked my bottom lip and jammed his tongue against mine, in and out, a preview of everything to come.
The last virgin remnants inside me heated cherry red with shame. I grabbed him, deepening my kiss, shaking off the unease the best way I knew how.
Tonight, her time was over. Old Annaliza was a fraud, a puppet, a ghost. She had to go, and so did all her hangups, buried in the blinding storm of my first night with a man.
Growling for breath, David twisted away, breaking the kiss for precious air. I hadn't realized how badly I needed it until I was sucking in my own sharp breaths.
“Fuck, baby girl. Fuck!” He shook his head, turning the fire in his eyes on me once more. “Get those fucking clothes off. We don't need to worry about what's behind us or what's coming after tonight. You've had a fucked up few days, I get it. Let me make it all better with the only therapy you'll ever need...”
He didn't ask again. He didn't need to. He just took what he wanted, hooking his fingers on my jeans and pulling hard. They came off, sliding down my legs, belt flapping with them.