by Pamela Ann
“Is this what you missed? You miss getting fucked as you stayed lonely in that hotel room?” He ruthlessly pistoned in and out of my pussy, as did those menacing eyes. They fucked me simultaneously, relentlessly. “You craved this, didn’t you, Cara? You want a cock to fuck you … any cock would do.”
There wasn’t a right answer. If I said yes, I was damned. If I said no, I was damned all the same. Besides, did he honestly expect me to respond when his dick was ramming me hard, so hard that he could very well be rearranging my organs for all I knew.
Where is Juan? The stark question remained unanswered, and I could feel myself sinking deeper into the bottomless pit of oblivion.
Closing my eyes, I channeled what little energy I had to summon the dark images that had never failed me before, but Juan didn’t reappear. I was greeted by complete barren darkness. Save me, cariño, I silently begged, don’t make me give in to him … I need you. Don’t abandon me now.
“Open those eyes, damn you!” he growled into my face. “I’m not going to let you disrespect me this way. Open them up, Cara!”
I immediately snapped them open.
Just as I did, River drastically wrenched my body off the table whilst still fucking me. With nothing else to hold onto, I clung to him, gripping him by the shoulders as he intently watched me. A mixture of anger and fascination.
“Slow down,” I frantically said. “We might fall.”
My words hung mid-air just as River painstakingly arched my body at such an angle that unlinked my hands from his shoulders. I felt helpless, hanging loosely while suspended in the air. The only thing stopping me from being dropped on the ground was his hands tightly gripping my hips. Before I could utter another word of protest, the tenacious, savage man began to fuck me like a ragdoll.
He mercilessly barreled into me, exploiting my body, stretching, expanding it as he ferociously thrust with his entire might, shattering my mind, my inhibitions. My body opened for him, welcoming his relentless penetration.
Sex with him had always been amazing. Even when he was rough, his love could be felt with each stroke, with each hungered demand. The harsh way he possessed me, his love shone through, reflecting in his eyes, in his touch, in the way he made love to me. But this …
This …
I gulped some much-needed air. This was pure, unmitigated, no holds barred fucking. Something I had never experienced from River Ellis before. This was all new to me, yet … Noting the skillful way he expertly handled me, shifting me from one position to the next with total ease, it was clear this wasn’t all new to him. I supposed this was how he treated the other women, then? Could it also be the reason I couldn’t seem to satisfy him while we were together before?
My mind raced, realizing too late my body was in a different momentum as it climbed higher, soaring to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. “Stop. Please stop!” I chanted repeatedly, begging him for a reprieve. I’d never felt anything like it, and it terrified me. “Stop … please.” I almost sobbed the words out, cringing as I constricted my vaginal muscles, urging for him to pause for a moment or two.
“No! Take it, Cara.” he harshly responded. “Take all of me.”
Oh.
God.
What the fuck is this?
“No!” I shrieked when I felt his cock fiercely penetrate into my womb again before experiencing the full throttle of my orgasm propelling out of nowhere. My body instantly tensed. Instinctively, my muscles clamped on his thick, expanding organ. The involuntary gesture made him go bonkers. Just when I thought he couldn’t go any faster, he demolished the thought at such sky-rocketing speed, I felt dizzy, breathless, as he drove us to completion.
I was floating. I was sure of it. My body, weightless as a feather. My thoughts, a blank canvas. My mind on a standstill, soundlessly reeling from this newfound experience. My body pulsed, humming as I savored the last lingering pushes of River’s dick as spilled his seed inside me.
Ever so carefully, he slowly pulled my upper body against his, crushing my breasts to his hard-chiseled pecs, cradling me while I exhaustingly rested my cheek against his.
We remained still, silent, sweaty, and content. Our bodies a tangled mess, hearts pounding against each other. All the while, his cock remained semi-hard inside of me, tirelessly throbbing.
“Tired?” he hoarsely whispered into my ear.
“A little...” A soft sigh escaped my lips before my eyes slowly began to close.
For a brief second, I remembered how it felt to be loved by this man like this, all night long...
Then, as quickly as it came, the fleeting sentiment vanished, replaced by the numbness I’d grown accustomed to.
There wasn’t a kiss. He’d simply brush a little of his lips against my skin, never pressing it enough. It was a moment of tenderness, one he hadn’t shown in a great while. Maybe it was his way of thanking me … I would never know.
Whatever it was he intended it to be, I knew it was time to unlatch from him. This was getting too intimate, and I’d rather not. It was too dangerous. And when it came to River, I should know better.
“I need to clean up,” I said as I gathered up strength. His musk—the intoxicating smell of his skin—was all over my body. And gauging his presently half-mast state, I knew he’d go for another round soon. But before he decided to ravish me again, I’d prefer to be fresh and less sweaty.
Besides, I needed to put some much-needed space between us. The bathroom was the perfect place to think, gather my bearings, and recharge my stamina … and reinforce my shield once more.
Chapter 14
Cara
Secured in the bathroom, I took my lazy time freshening up. I even contemplated a hot bath, but I figured that’d be pushing it. I didn’t need him barreling in here, demanding sex like some crazed caveman. Okay, that’s quite an exaggeration, but if I hid here long enough, I could very well be tempting such a scenario. With his legendary temperament, it was easy to envisage River barging in here, guns blazing, before ending up interrogating me about how I felt having sex with him. He believed I was in love with Juan. But instead of refuting his statement, it was safer to hide behind the lie than to utter the truth.
Settling for a quick hot rinse, I grimaced as the scalding water sluiced through my swollen lady bits. My entire body was stretched to its limit. Even with the grueling workout routine I used to train my body for this particular role I had worked so hard for, I didn’t experience an ache in parts of my body I didn’t know existed.
In a true ragdoll fashion, River had flung, flipped, switched my body without hesitation. He had me in all sorts of positions, gratifying every need his ravenous appetite wished to exploit.
Sex with him had always been mind-blowing, but tonight … Tonight, he surpassed my imagination. It could be due to the fact that he took charge while I was left powerless to stop a force of nature that was River Ellis.
And God…Did. That. Man. Conquer.
To think that was just for an appetizer. I wondered how many courses he intended for tonight.
My body gave an involuntary shiver, even though I was under the heavy stream of hot water. It did little to cool my newly stirred passion.
It couldn’t be denied; my body zinged at the thought of him touching me again. The past months had shown how little men knew how to truly pleasure a woman. The skills and timing required had to be precisely executed. Few men knew how to properly implement such expertise.
We had a little over twelve hours until I was to leave for Hong Kong to finish filming the reshoots. Sleep, I doubted River intended for us to have any tonight.
Dressed in the hotel’s plush robe, I emerged from the bathroom. Looking around the large expanse of the master suite, impressive as it was, I did my best not to linger. But from what I could see from the quick glimpse I had, the room looked unused. The bed remained untouched even though his belongings were spread about the area. This was River’s domain. I didn’t need to see what he’d been up to or wonde
r if Petra and the long list of trap-claps had grazed those sheets.
River was none of my business. What he indulged himself in during his time away was of no consequence to me. The same applied to my life. River had no say whom I spend my free time with. It was a logical agreement, ensuring we would never get attached to each other. Not that I was in any danger of being attached. I clearly wasn’t. Sure, the sex was still the best I’d ever had. But at the end of the day, it was purely sex. A mere physical activity where two bodies derived pleasure from one another. It meant nothing. He meant nothing.
The only thing we had in common was the past. The future held nothing for us, not even friendship. Once the allotted time ran out, I’d walk out the door without looking back. But, alas, there were still about five months left. So, for the time being, I had to endure the maddening love-hate dynamic.
My mind all sorted out, my body scrubbed clean, I strode out of the room afresh, makeup free, ready to set out to recharge my stamina. Damp hair in a messy chignon, cheeks flushed from the shower’s hot steam, I began to pad across the corridor. Each step I took made me inwardly cringe from the cold tiles hitting my bare feet.
“Slippers?”
I whipped around to find him coming out of one of the spare rooms, looking like a fucking hot beast with a mere towel hung loosely around his lower body. The distinct honed V pelvic muscles almost made me groan.
Why did he have to be so damn good looking? Ugh. Damn hormones.
Shrugging, I distractedly looked anywhere but his royal gorgeousness. “No, I’m good. Thank you for offering, but I’m good.” Why did he have to be so damn good looking? Ugh. It was such an inconvenience to be standing here, looking like this was some kind of Pretty Woman scenario. Well, the similarity didn’t end there. In a way, I was his very own kind of prostitute.
How does my mind trail off to wonder these strange thoughts? Fuck.
Well … uh … that was a fuck and a half, my mind rapidly interjected when I saw him advance toward me. In a few swift strides, he closed the gap, giving me a bird’s eye view of the damn alluring V, making my pulse dramatically erratic.
Smooth skin looking so soft, damp and tanned. Hard muscles, chiseled and sinew like some carved masterpiece.
My eyes darted toward his chest, and for some random reason, the urge to lick and bite his nipple almost made me bust out a chortle.
WHAT. THE. COCKATOO?
Yep, the old Cara was back to haunt me with embarrassment. The batty chick worshipped the ground River walked on. Heck, she’d throw some fucking confetti, too, if she could. She was that tragic. If the cool, badass, I-chew-men-for-breakfast version of me wasn’t going to resurface and bounce back from the dead anytime soon, I’d rather kill myself than to be decimated back to being a soppy, spineless woman.
My traitorous eyes tested themselves. One glance. One. Fucking. Miniscule. Glance. My stomach churned at the sight of his sinewy body.
Ah, shit.
Feeling like a complete fool, I immediately dropped my gaze, staring holes in our almost touching toes while my pussy throbbed ever so badly. It was insane, but I could still feel him inside me. Why must my body be a desperate, lecherous one?
If my thoughts lingered on how irresistible he was or how he was making me feel all weird and faint, I was going to end up getting drunk, or better yet, I’d prefer to pop a sleeping pill. That would put a stop to this nonsense because quite frankly, I’d rather be in a deep state of slumber than be a dumb, blushing non-virgin. This sort of negativity blocked my Chi.
Twisted toes, ingrown hairs, nail fungus. The words repeated in a shuffle, but just before the third set, River, ever so subtlety, brushed a finger against my cheek before slowly lifting my chin. Gradually, my reluctant eyes met his inquisitive ones.
The impact was profound. Almost earth-shattering. Almost.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice held something back. It was as if asking the question nearly pained him.
There was a flash—a moment—where I almost fell for it. Then I was reminded why I was here—why we were in this situation.
“No.”
No, he no longer held the power to inflict pain. I took that privilege away the moment he stopped fighting for me. Being reminded of the past, the vulnerability, the cutting way he rejected me, my love, and the callous way he crushed me, entirely obliterating what little faith I had left in mankind … How could I forgive him? How could I even look at him and not see past the sculpted perfection, the devil behind the smile, the pretense, the vast void of vacancy behind those empty yet beautiful eyes of his?
The ugly reared back from the dead.
Finally.
The past may be unpleasant to be reminded of, but it held the power to keep me in check. It held me aground. So, in times where I was desperate for a rescue, all I had to do was envision the past, and it’d snap me right back in place.
The mind was the key to everything. The key to success. The vital element to fend off addictions, vices, failings. One simply had to learn how to properly use it, train it to one’s benefit. Then one wouldn’t be defenseless any longer.
“No?” he hollowly reiterated. “Then why can’t you look at me?”
Granting him just that, I coolly regarded him with indifference. This time, there were no butterflies muddling about. There simply was animosity, like it should be.
“Tell me, Cara, was I too rough?” he gruffly asked again, persistence clearly not ebbing anytime soon.
“Will my answer make a difference?”
He scowled, insulted I’d even dare ask. “Yes … of course it will make a damn difference. What do you take me for? Some cruel asshole?”
That and then some. But saying that out loud wouldn’t get my point across now, would it? “You’d fuck me slowly, gently, then?” I threw a challenge, knowing very well he’d never go for it.
His mouth opened before shutting. “I can try…”
“You can try,” I mockingly said.
“That’s what I said!” he thundered back.
“We know that’s a big lie. You don’t fuck slow … ever.” Holding his gaze, I tilted my chin at such an angle it strained my neck as I brazenly zeroed in on him. “You hate me,” I emphatically began to say. “Don’t bother denying it, because we both know it’s the truth, and that’s okay. I feel the same way, too. Maybe my hate even runs a little deeper than yours. We know it’s there, River. Don’t suppress the feeling, because you’re scared you’d hurt me. Let it go. Show it to me. Make me fucking feel just how much you do. Don’t hold back on sex. I can take it.”
“I see.” Surprise was etched all over his face. “You really just don’t hold back anymore, huh?” he thoughtfully added.
“I figure it’s always the best to get down to business. Hiding behind the bush and letting things fester’s no longer my thing. Live and learn, I guess.”
“A lot of things aren’t your thing these days,” he immediately interjected, blatantly emphasizing the specific word to goad a reaction from me.
But this woman wasn’t going to budge and indulge him. We’d had enough fights to last me for this trip. “People change.”
“So they say.”
Was there a hint of accusation in there somewhere? I couldn’t be sure. But whatever it was he was getting at, I had no desire to traipse toward hostile territory. This had been hostile from the start. If this was his method of trying to open the can of worms, he’d better try harder because what happened in Spain would remain with me until the day I died. If he thought otherwise, then he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Our eyes met for a brief flash of recognition, a challenge of truth and the untold lies, but before he could probe further into the secret windows of my soul, I disconnected from him, indignantly shrugging him off, and haughtily marched toward the dining area where the exotic feast remained untouched. However, the shattered wine bottles were gone.
Had River cleaned them?
“I had someone come in to c
lean it up before I jumped in the shower,” he responded, as if he knew what I’d been thinking, before coming up right behind me. Without warning, he pulled me from the back, enveloping me with his body as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His persistent hard member pressed against the curve of my bottom. Soft lips kissed the back of my neck as he inhaled me deeply.
My insides did a somersault from this unexpected gesture. I could’ve easily melted against him, given in to my body’s needs, had I had the strength to play with the devil. But I remained unmoved. My guards never wavered.
“Wine?” he casually asked the second he released me from his firm grasp.
I made a face, half frown, half smile. A face of total puzzlement. “That’d be great,” I uttered.
River merely nodded, dashing off somewhere in the kitchen while I took my time and chose a seat for myself. There were two settings, one situated at the head of the table … the very one I chose for myself, naturally. An evil smirk was pasted on my face as I wondered if he’d say something. Would he boot me out?
We would see.
I obviously didn’t want to pick a fight, but who said I couldn’t tease the man?
With ease, River magically reappeared with a new bottle of Malbec before taking the seat to my left. He didn’t address my seating preference. Instead, he carried on by taking hold of the bottle opener, puncturing the cork, and effortlessly pulling it out of the slick long spout, making a loud popping sound.
Mindlessly, I followed his gestures with my eyes, quietly spellbound by how he functioned with effortless grace and ease. For a man with his chiseled physique, size, and orphan upbringing, one wouldn’t have guessed he came from a ghetto town in Oxnard. He wore grace and privilege as if he was born from it.