Ruthless (Dark MC Romance) by Vanessa Waltz

I wanted to kill him. He dragged me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom as I twisted madly in his grasp. The knife on his nightstand gleamed brightly. I dove for it but he yanked me back.
    “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Try to fucking kill me.”
    His cock rubbed against my bare ass. I don’t know how the fuck he did it, but he managed to restrain me while he ripped off his jeans. The anger and madness ebbed, leaving emptiness in its wake. I felt myself returning back. The frenzied energy disappeared but every movement was still delayed. I felt slightly sick as I watched Cain move from side to side. Fucking bastard.  He flipped me around and shoved my back down so that my torso laid on the bed. Gripping both of my wrists with one hand, he used the other to grope my ass. He slipped down my thigh and curled around to dip a finger into my pussy.
    “Fuck, you’re wet,” he said in a harsh whisper.
    “Cain, you can let my hands go.” I stroked the hand holding me with a finger and his grip loosened. He probably waited for me to turn around and my hands twitched inside them, as if they waited for the opportunity.
    I moaned as his cock slowly spread me open and I doubled over as he thrust hard. His hands let me go, but there was no way I could escape him. I gripped the bed as he held my hips, rutting me deep. The drug made my skin extremely sensitive.
    I felt the hairs on his legs against mine, tickling me as he pulled back and thrust back in. My pussy clenched around his cock as it stabbed my depths, drawing a painful moan from my throat. He slammed into me as his hands gripping my waist, yanked me back against him, our flesh smacking against each other. His hand ripped down on my flesh, burning me like a second smack.
    Jesus Christ.
    Unsatisfied with that, he withdrew from me and turned me around so that I could see every inch of his ivory colored skin. It was stained with dozens of tattoos, but his arousal made his chest flush red. I backed onto the bed as Cain climbed over me. His eyebrows knitted down and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. My hands glided over his shoulders as my legs wrapped around his waist. His torso moved forward and he entered me swiftly, his normally expressionless face contorted. Fuck, he felt good. His hands slid up my waist and grabbed my tits, squeezing them as he plowed into me.
    Every inch of him was determined to dig deep. He pulsed in and out, always slamming forward with a merciless thrust. It struck me deep inside, vibrating to my clit, which burned with desire. I tightened my fingers around his neck, wanting him closer. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I struggled to get out from him and noticed that his pace quickened and his breathing became more ragged. He likes it.
    I threw my whole body into resisting him, hoping that he would soften if I did what he wanted. I screamed. I arched my back and twisted my body, even trying to shove him off with my legs. He lifted my hands over my head and smiled widely; almost gleefully happy with the power he had over me. I was completely at his mercy. Subject to his every whim. I was fucking wet.
    My protests grew feeble because every thrust of his hips made me moan. The fact that I was helpless under him excited me. His cock drove deep into me, his face burrowed in my neck as his weight kept me completely pinned. Lifting his head, he looked angry again, and gathered both hands in one fierce grip as the other played with my tits. The bedroom echoed with my gasps and his deep, male grunts. His hand curved over my tits and stopped over my throat. And held me lightly.
    The pressure increased. It was uncomfortable to have his hand wrapped around my throat, but I could still breathe easily. I was riding high, so close to an orgasm. Cain thrust above me, his powerful body out of reach. He pinched his fingers into my skin, slowly closing my throat of air. I couldn’t move my hands. It was like breathing through a straw.