Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) by Dominique D. DuBois Read Free Book Online Page B

was spellbound .
    Then, w ithout any warning, his hand at my neck reached up, his fingers snagged a big fistful of my hair, and he wren ched my head painfully backwards .  A t the exact same time, he torqued his other hand up and plunged his finger deep inside of me, shoving it so hard that his lowest knuckle rammed into the rim of my opening with such force , he literall y shoved my entire lower body back against the car seat.   It was so abrup t, so shocking; it made my heart pound in my chest and my breath hitch sharply in my lungs.
    “U hnn,” I gasped out in surprise, my eyes flying open and seeing only the roof of the cab.  My head was pinned effectively by his grip in my hair; I couldn’t move an inch.  Keeping me anchored in place up top, down below he began to plunge his finger into me without mercy, and all the while, I bit my lips to keep from crying out again, my teeth digging so deep ly into the densely-delicate tissue, I literally tasted blood.
    I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my dres s, felt my stomach clench, my thighs tremble.  M y hands were lying uselessly on the seat on e ither side of me, my fingers clasped into feeble and impotent fists.
    My calves were shaking, arched so high in those cruel but beautiful, spiky shoes .  My startled heart was still galloping.  What was I doing?  Why wasn’t I fighting back?  The fist in my hair was no longer painful, but it was sharply and utterly controlling.  The finger inside me, however, was quickly threatening to shove me over the edge.  I couldn’t let that happen.  Not here.  Not so quickly.  Automatically , my knees began to close.
    “Keep those damn legs spread,” Adam growled into my ear, and I moaned from acrid frustration.  S till , I submitted.  I felt my entire sex fluttering in supplication.  I suddenly wanted him to fiercely ravage me – take everything he wanted and more .
    As if h e could read my mind, he pulled his finger out and then plunged it deeply up inside me again.  But instead of continuing to saw it in and out in a sadistic rhythm , he merely leaned forward s and held it there, pinning me cruelly to the seat with the force of his pitiless invasion alone .  I felt his hot breath against my neck while, with his thumb, he began to stroke the tiny, swollen nub of my clitoris.  Once more, i t was too much; the sensations were literally drowning me.  I starte d to close my legs resolutely against him while picking up my useless hands and pushing them ineffectually against his rock-solid chest.
    Only he didn’t fall back.  He just shook me callously with his fist in the back of my hair.  I automatically dropped my arms and froze, like a cat that had been snatched up by the scruff of its neck.  “Be still,” he whispered ruthlessly, and I found myself slumping weakly into the seat, my neck still wrenched back heartlessly, my legs held open compliantly as he continued to work me.   It was apparently what he wanted.  I heard his breath begin to quicken oh, so slightly.
    “Ta ke your right hand and put it on me,” he said finally , his voice still a grating whisp er .  “Feel how hard I am.”  I felt the hot air tickling my ear lobe as he leaned more heavily into me, my expensive gold hoops jingling t ogether slightly with his words .
    After dropping off his chest, m y hand s had fallen back onto the seat along both side s of me, my fists clamped shut so tightly my nails had begun digging int o my palm s .  With difficulty I straightened my fingers, somewhat startled by how bad ly they were trembling.  I tried to bring my head down so I could look at him, but he shook me again with the f ist in my hair, and I once more became immobile.  Everything except my right hand that is, which now was starting to reac h towards him as commanded.
    My fingertips grazed his jacket zipper, then his belt buckle, then his jeans.  I felt the fly and pushed against it, cupping him.  And when I realized how rigid