It continued until I was right side up, then he released me, even as my hands shot out, needing to anchor myself against him. My nails found flesh, sinking in as the scent of coppery tang stung my nose. A clawed hand gripped my throat and shoved me against a flat boulder. My hands slammed against the smooth surface right as his landed against my ass, stinging the already sore flesh.
“You asshole, motherfucking, cunt-sucking, dog-fucking, dickhead!” I snarled as he came up behind me and drove his thick, lengthy cock deep into my pussy. The scream that ripped from my lungs was filled with shock, pain and longing. Fucking hell the bastard was huge.
“I’d watch that mouth before you end up with me fucking it, woman. Fucking hell, your cunt is trying to strangle my cock.” He wasn’t being gentle. It was brutal fucking. Knox hadn’t eased into my body. He’d forced himself in to the hilt and battered against me until all I could do was take what he dished out. Reaching back, I sank my nails into his hips, and he threw his head back, rattling until my spine arched. “Such a good girl,” he purred once the rattle eased.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he continually bottomed-out within me. It was painful. It was erotic. It was fucking everything I’d never known I’d needed as he jerked me back against his chest. My moan turned into a scream as the sadistic bastard began crawling up the cliff with his dick still inside me. Every move he made jostled his cock, sending waves of pleasure overriding the fear.
Knox’s laughter against my shoulder told me he knew what he was doing to me. The bastard was getting off on the scent of fear and arousal oozing from my pores. His body caged me in against the rocky terrain, scraping the soft flesh of my chest, cheek and abdomen as he dragged us both to the top.
The moment he had me on solid ground, he withdrew and then used my throat to effectively spin me around. My knees threatened to give out as his eyes, which were spattered with diamonds shimmering in the ocean-hued depths, dragged down my scraped, battered body. Then he was shoving me backward so hard I struggled to keep my feet beneath me.
“Beg for me like a good girl. I want to taste your pleasure as it drips down your lovely, taut thighs for me. Get on your fucking knees and get this pretty ass in the air for me. Now,” he ordered, but I wasn’t surrendering to him. If he wanted me, he could come fucking get me.
Spinning on my heels, I darted for the brush. I made it three steps before Knox’s body collided with mine. Fingers threaded through my hair and turned my head before shoving me down against the earthen floor. It hadn’t hurt, but I was certain he wasn’t actually trying to hurt me. The other hand gripped my abdomen from between my thighs, which pushed my knees apart before gripping my hips. His cock entered me hard, fast, pistoning into my body with need driving each thrust. A strangled scream tore from my lips as he grew, making my walls flutter as he got larger as he pushed into my opening.
The wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in my ears as his masculine scent of bergamot, sage and whiskey coerced my eyes to grow heavy with need. My breasts ached as they lurched forward and backward with the velocity of his angry thrusts. I felt him growing more, whining as he forced me to take what he gave.
“Knox,” I growled against the earthen floor, unable to make my head lift from where he held it pushed into the grassy knoll. “Fucking hell!” The pain and pleasure were overwhelming. The adrenaline and pleasure rolled through my abdomen, slamming against my clit with a palpable pulse. “Oh my God!”
“I’m your fucking God, Aria. You worship me. No one else, Aria.” His words came out gravelly as he brought me up so he could palm my breast, squeezing it. “These beautiful breasts are mine. Those pouty fucking lips are mine. This wet pussy? Fucking mine. Your perky, pretty ass? Mine. Your lethally strategic mind? That’s mine too, Little Monster. Every part of you is beautiful, and its mine. This dick? You can have it. It can belong to you and only you, but I get every part of you, woman.”
“Your cock is all I get?” I demanded as my hands landed on his thighs behind me, digging into the flesh of both.
Cold air touched the breast he’d been squeezing before I’d even realized he’d released it. His hand moved to my throat, applying enough pressure to cut off the blood flow to my brain. The entire time, he didn’t stop pistoning into my flesh, fucking me with brutality and skill. My walls constricted to expel the too-large cock driving me to stretch to fit him. Stars dotted my vision, but his hold on my throat relaxed enough to allow air to reach my lungs to feed my brain.
“Wrong fucking answer,” he hissed against my ear, warm breath fanning it as he once again tightened his hold. “Your delicious pussy knows who it belongs to. Doesn’t it, pretty monster? You feel my cock marking your walls? I’m writing my name on them so you remember you’re in my coverage area.” I blinked as he threw what I’d said the first time he’d captured me back in my face. It was actually sweet he even remembered what I’d said. “Your body knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it? I feel it clenching down, holding me so tightly in its embrace. Fucking hell I love how well you take me.” His arm slid around my stomach as his hold on my throat turned painful. Before I could argue, not that I could, he stood. Knox walked toward a tree, making my stomach touch against it before the band of his arm released. The hand he held around me grabbed behind my knee, pushing it up so he could get deeper into my body.
My body started shaking from lack of oxygen, but if he noticed, he didn’t show it. His cock withdrew until only the tip remained at my entrance. One hard, merciless thrust sank him to the hilt within me, and I had to brace against the tree as I danced on the edge of bliss and nothingness. Pain and pleasure blurred as he finally allowed oxygen to enter my greedy lungs. Gasping, I sucked it in ravenously.
“If I want to use your pussy and make it weep for me, what’s your answer, Aria?” The gravely tenor of his voice scraped over every one of my raw nerve endings.
“Hard pass,” I hissed between gasps of air. No way in hell was I saying yes to anything that stopped this wild beast from rutting me.
“You like being manhandled,” he whirred before his lips brushed my shoulder. “I love how you feel clenching tightly around me. I love feeling your breath hitch as I pound into your drenched center with hard, pounding thrusts. You love me fucking you. Don’t you? Outside of our animalistic needs, you might be a fucking princess outside of here, but in here, you’re a fucking predator like me,” he whirred before his lips brushed against my shoulder. The thought of his teeth embedded in my flesh sent excitement rushing through me. Arousal flooded toward my entrance, offering him a silky, wet fluid to use to fuck me harder. “I see. Naughty girl wants my mark. Is that it? You want my teeth?”