“Come for me.”
“I can’t.”
He smiled. When was she going to learn that every time she told him she couldn’t do something, he was going to make it his mission to do exactly that? “Come for me.”
“Evil!” She growled his name this time.
Her cunt was so responsive to him, tightening around him.
He had no choice but to count to ten to keep himself in check. First, he wanted to feel her come, and then he was going to flood her womb with his spunk. Just thinking about her being pregnant with his kid was a fucking turn-on.
With his other hand, he played with her tits, squeezing the mounds, teasing the tight nipples. Working her closer and closer to the peak. Did she not realize she was building to an orgasm?
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
He groaned as her release flooded his cock, soaking him with her orgasm. Before she had even finished, he grabbed her hips and started to take her harder than ever before, working her pussy to the peak.
Another moan escaped her.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck, that feels good. So good. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. She was so good. This was just the beginning. He fucked her harder, going deep, taking her, working her, and he knew he was close. There was no stopping it.
Evil held her tightly in place and slammed every single inch of him inside her, pulsing wave upon wave of his cum deep in her pussy. There was so much of it. Over six months’ worth of waiting for her.
He kissed her lips, breaking the kiss, to move to her ear. “You’re mine now, Noelle, and there is no going back.”
****
The way Evil had told her she now belonged to him had been a little startling. Almost verging on scary.
“You’re mine now, Noelle, and there is no going back.”
Noelle had never been so thoroughly claimed. She stared straight ahead at his kitchen cupboards, waiting for the kettle to whistle. He had the kind of kettle that required her to place it on the stove. She was used to having an electric one.
She needed coffee. And the truth was, she needed time to think.
Since her attack, everything had been moving so fast. Evil. Being trapped in his home. Now she was in his apartment and she had no doubt at all this was where she was meant to stay.
The sex.
She closed her eyes, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs. The sex had been incredible, just as she knew it would be. So completely incredible. She licked her lips just thinking about it. It hadn’t been one time last night, but multiple times. Lots and lots of multiple.
Feeling Evil inside her, she knew he hadn’t once worn a condom, and even though she was pissed at him for it, she couldn’t help but be aroused by him. It was crazy, insane. She wasn’t ready to be a mother. Even at twenty-nine years old, she didn’t know if she was ready to bring a child into this world.
The kettle began to whistle. She turned the dial off and used an oven glove to carry it across his kitchen to where her cup was waiting.
Evil was still fast asleep. Which was good. She had to think.
After pouring the hot water into the coffee granules, she placed the hot kettle on a heat-proof mat before finishing her drink by adding just a splash of milk. Not too much that it would weaken her coffee, but just enough to give her a nice caramel color.
Evil Carter wasn’t a good man. His very name installed fear into most men. A lot of women as well. She had seen some women go the other way. Be completely aroused by a man like Evil Carter. He got shit done, and he certainly didn’t take crap from anyone.
Other than this attack, Noelle had never seen the other side of his life. It had been hinted at, but for the most part, he kept her out of it.
Why? Did he not trust her?
She was about to grab her coffee and take a sip when arms wrapped around her waist.
“Morning, beautiful. You weren’t in bed.” He pressed his face against her neck.
“I don’t sleep too late.” She hadn’t even slept late as a kid, and that had extended into being an adult.
She took a sip of her drink and smiled as one of his hands slowly traveled up toward her breast.
Before leaving him to sleep, she had been tempted to wake him, but she had needed the time and space to work out what the hell was going on in her mind before talking to him.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He took the cup from her and had a sip. “Exactly as you made that.”
Evil didn’t let her go. He kept one arm banded around her waist, and the other softly massaged her tit.
She nibbled on her lip, trying not to let it affect her, but who was she kidding?
Her pussy had grown slick from the moment he touched her. As for her breast, her nipple was hard, pointing into the curve of his palm.
“I love how responsive your body is, baby,” he said.
“I bet you say that to all of the women.” She stirred his coffee and then tried to turn in his arms. Evil let her, but she got the sense that if he didn’t want her to, she’d stay in place, at his mercy.
His coffee was in her hands.
“Here you go.”
He took the mug from her and had a quick sip. There was no sign in his gaze that it was too hot.
Evil reached behind her, and she heard him place the coffee cup down on the counter. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking across her lips.
She couldn’t resist looking at his lips. They looked so tempting. It wasn’t fair.
Evil didn’t make her wait. He slammed his lips down on hers. At the same time, his hands traveled down to her shoulders, and he started to push the straps of her dress down.
She didn’t fight him. Just let it happen.
The negligee was no match for his strength. The straps tore beneath the pressure, and it ended up in a heap on the floor.
Evil grabbed her hips and spun her around, placing both of her hands on the counter. “Stay still.”
He moved her feet apart, and she felt him spread the cheeks of her ass. His fingers stroked between her thighs, spreading open her pussy lips, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he started to press it inside her.
She whimpered. He’d fucked her three times already, and even after that, her cunt wasn’t quite used to him as he began to work in and out of her pussy.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain her pleasured cries.
Evil saw it. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, not squeezing tight, just holding her. “Let me hear you scream, baby. I want to hear all of it.”
His other hand was back between her thighs, stroking her clit. Even as she tried to keep her arousal under control, he was determined to make her feel every single little thing. There was no holding back. This was pure control. And she loved it.
His name fell from her lips, and it felt so right.
He started to fuck her. Sliding his cock in and out of her, filling her to the brim. With the way he teased her clit, she couldn’t help but thrust back against him, work his dick inside her, and seek that bliss he was holding within her grasp.
Evil sped up his thrusts, making her cry out, moan, ache, and then, he threw her over the edge and she called his name. At the same time, he growled against her ear as he found his own completion.
Chapter Five
“Please, I’m begging you. I don’t know anything.”