until there was only an inch separating their mouths. “The sooner you realize that you’re mine, Ruby, the easier this will be.” He lowered his eyes to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently over the top of her dress, and looked back at her face. “I like the fight in you, and love the chase as much as I get hard from the capture.” A small noise left her. “You’re terrified right now, but I bet if I slipped my hand under your dress your pussy would be wet.” She parted her lips but didn’t say anything. “You can act like you’re frightened, even be scared to death of me. That would be the smart reaction.” He moved his hand to her dress, slipped the material up her thigh, and moved his fingers down her inner leg. He felt the heat from her cunt instantly. Pulling her leg even further out, he touched her pussy lips lightly, spread his fingers through her slit, and grinned. “Fighting me only turns me on more, and gauging by how fucking wet your cunt is, it has the same twisted reaction in you, too.”
* * *
This is insane. You are insane.
Ruby couldn’t help thinking that over and over in her head, disgusted with herself and this man, because not only did she fear him, but she wanted him, too. He was such a beautiful devil, tempting her darkest desires, the ones she had only dreamt about and had never contemplated for fear of ridicule and shame. She was his prisoner, his captive, and he was making it sound like she wanted this just as much as he did. This was just a physical reaction to his touch, right?
God, you are just as sick as he is . Here she was, perched on this counter after she tried to escape him, and he was saying these God-awful things to her, touching her like he had a right to, and she was doing nothing but letting him. But all of these things made her humiliatingly aroused. She didn’t want to desire him, didn’t want his hands on her, but she was wet, just like he had felt. Damn him, and damn herself for her misplaced desires. She had to be demented in the head. In fact, she knew she was. Who wanted pain with pleasure? Who dreamt about what it would feel like to be restrained? And who in the hell was wet and aroused when her captor chased her, touched her, and said filthy things to her? She should have slapped his face, made him hurt as much as she was inside, but she was too afraid of what he might do.
Ruby tried to not want these things, but she had told herself that burying her fucked-up wants would make them go away. She had thought that, at least. Ruby had hidden how she felt, moved on with her life, and blamed it on the fact she just wasn’t normal, hadn’t lived in a normal environment, and had a mother that had been cruel to her. But then here she was now, wanting to claw Gavin’s face, wanting to scream for someone to help her, but also transfixed by the light blue of his eyes, and how he looked at her like she was wanted.
But he was warped and had this delusion that she was actually his. Ruby didn’t care how much he paid for her, and didn’t care that she desired him. “Get the hell off of me.” But he ignored her, and continued to rub his fingers through her wet cleft, making her want more and hate herself because of that.
“You’re so pretty, so soft and warm, wet and mine.” It was like he was talking to himself for how low he spoke. He removed his hand from between her legs and she sagged in relief, but he didn’t move away. He slid his hand up her arm, over her bare shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around the column of her neck. He wasn’t applying pressure, but the heavy weight of his palm let her know that he could hurt her at any second.
She opened her mouth to scream, because there had to be someone else in this house, but his deep chuckle stopped her. “Scream, pretty girl. Scream as loud as you can.” He leaned in until she felt his lips along her jaw. She squeezed her eyes shut because she didn’t want to like the
* * *
This is insane. You are insane.
Ruby couldn’t help thinking that over and over in her head, disgusted with herself and this man, because not only did she fear him, but she wanted him, too. He was such a beautiful devil, tempting her darkest desires, the ones she had only dreamt about and had never contemplated for fear of ridicule and shame. She was his prisoner, his captive, and he was making it sound like she wanted this just as much as he did. This was just a physical reaction to his touch, right?
God, you are just as sick as he is . Here she was, perched on this counter after she tried to escape him, and he was saying these God-awful things to her, touching her like he had a right to, and she was doing nothing but letting him. But all of these things made her humiliatingly aroused. She didn’t want to desire him, didn’t want his hands on her, but she was wet, just like he had felt. Damn him, and damn herself for her misplaced desires. She had to be demented in the head. In fact, she knew she was. Who wanted pain with pleasure? Who dreamt about what it would feel like to be restrained? And who in the hell was wet and aroused when her captor chased her, touched her, and said filthy things to her? She should have slapped his face, made him hurt as much as she was inside, but she was too afraid of what he might do.
Ruby tried to not want these things, but she had told herself that burying her fucked-up wants would make them go away. She had thought that, at least. Ruby had hidden how she felt, moved on with her life, and blamed it on the fact she just wasn’t normal, hadn’t lived in a normal environment, and had a mother that had been cruel to her. But then here she was now, wanting to claw Gavin’s face, wanting to scream for someone to help her, but also transfixed by the light blue of his eyes, and how he looked at her like she was wanted.
But he was warped and had this delusion that she was actually his. Ruby didn’t care how much he paid for her, and didn’t care that she desired him. “Get the hell off of me.” But he ignored her, and continued to rub his fingers through her wet cleft, making her want more and hate herself because of that.
“You’re so pretty, so soft and warm, wet and mine.” It was like he was talking to himself for how low he spoke. He removed his hand from between her legs and she sagged in relief, but he didn’t move away. He slid his hand up her arm, over her bare shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around the column of her neck. He wasn’t applying pressure, but the heavy weight of his palm let her know that he could hurt her at any second.
She opened her mouth to scream, because there had to be someone else in this house, but his deep chuckle stopped her. “Scream, pretty girl. Scream as loud as you can.” He leaned in until she felt his lips along her jaw. She squeezed her eyes shut because she didn’t want to like the
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