She thrashed her head violently. “I won’t,” she nearly sobbed.

“Your pussy is dripping wet for me and still you refuse me?” he asked in astonishment as he separated her labia with his thumbs. “What we have is pure chemistry. When will you accept that?” he purred against her as he blew warm air against her clit. “When will you realize that our destinies are forever linked?” He slipped his fingers in her only to withdraw them to lick off her juices. “That your body and mind will always be mine to do with whatever I want?” Then reinserted them. “That no amount of your denials will stop me from taking what’s mine?” One last nibble and suck on her clit before pumping his digits viciously in and out of her.

“No,” she panted out as she rose on her elbows to try and scoot away from him. It made no difference how her body reacted to him. It was her heart that she was trying to protect. Not the part of her body that had always attracted the wrong men and did far too much of her thinking for her. Her ever-hungry pussy had done nothing but gotten her into trouble. “I belong to me. No one owns me!” her voice rose over the sound of his heavy breathing.

Her insolence only seemed to stoke the fire within him and made it burn out of control. His actions became frenzied and ravenous as he yanked her back toward his mouth and fingers. Gliding a hand up her soft belly, he pressed down just above her pelvic bone as he thrust his fingers in and tugged at her pussy. It was her undoing. A bright light filled her vision and the heat that had been centralized in her nethers, radiated over her entire body as she stilled for what came next. Her body quaked and jerked in a motion much like a person having an epileptic seizure as a gush of wetness spilled from her. Victor’s mouth covered her, lapping up every last drop of her release before lifting her still shaking body onto the sofa.

As she laid there with her brain still fuzzy from the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm she had ever had, she fought to stay lucid and keep her cool. But it was pointless to even try. All sense of dignity and composure had just been tossed out the window at the sound of her high-pitched orgasmic shriek. With her breathing ragged and her body still quivering uncontrollably, she forced her eyes open, angry at her body for betraying her and livid with Mr. Black for giving her what Nate never could. She would never forgive him for what he had put her through, but the starkly possessive gaze staring back at her and the dominance he exuded forced her to realize that she could no longer deny the delicious heat of carnal attraction for him. Even if what he was going to put her through was hell.

***

Desire, a pulsing, throbbing need, made Victor’s cock rock hard as he stood above Elsa, staring down at her as she continued to shudder. The game was on and they were both all in. There would be no more pretenses about all this game would entail - all the mind fuckery, twisted scenarios and depravity and decadence they could withstand. He would have her again and again, over and over, taking her, making her surrender, fucking her, all the while watching her struggle to follow his rules.

An invisible arrow of liquid heat shot straight through his groin when her tongue poked out to moisten her upper lip. A thick, wet bead of precum settled on the head of his dick and he couldn’t resist snaking his hand down to stroke himself. She wanted to be fucked. He could see it in her rebellious eyes, but there would be no fucking this day.

Crawling between her legs, he took advantage of her still weakened state and dipped his fingers into her again.

His movements began slow as he straddled her, fingering her gently with one hand while he masturbated with the other. Elsa’s expression became languid as she watched the motion of his hand on himself. When she looked into his eyes – there it was again. Defiance.

She tried to resist him and wriggle away, but he quickly pinned her against the couch with the weight of his body, reminding her that deep in the center of his being, there was a hunger that only she could satiate, and he wouldn’t be denied. He squeezed his hand between their bodies and rubbed the head of his shaft on her clit before sitting up again to thrust his fingers back into her. Ferociously, he dug his digits in, coaxing another orgasm out of her and once again drinking up every drop.

Her smell… her taste… her puffy pussy lips bright pink from his exploitation … One, two strokes and his own climax burst forth onto her abdomen as she continued to quiver from her second release.

While her teeth still chattered, he let a satisfied grunt slip past his lips as he stood and glared down at her.

“Does that asshole you plan on marrying make you come like this?” The rosiness of her cheeks brightened to a deeper shade and by the distressed arch of her brow, he knew the answer. Proud for having melted her physical defenses and giving her the kind of pleasure she couldn’t refute, even if only momentarily, he leaned over her and delivered his next blow. “So do you still think I’m no one of importance?”

Her liquid brown eyes were still hazy with need, but her response came without hesitation. “I said Mr. Black was. Not you.”

Always with this bullshit. When would she fucking learn? Lifting his chin, he glowered indignantly. “Eighteen months apart and I thought you would’ve figured out by now that I am Mr. Black.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she swirled a finger around in his wet essence that still lingered on her stomach. Taunting him with her laid-back sexiness, she licked the tip of her finger as if taste testing his masculinity. “And I thought you would have realized by now that you’re not.”

Denial mingled with raging arousal shouted through him, but inside, he wondered: was she right? Or was this not going to end well again?

*

Waiting while Elsa cleaned herself, Victor scanned the snowy street below from his bedroom window. The streetlight glinted off the icy roadway and he considered suggesting she stay the night to avoid the dangers of driving on it. Winter was officially in full-effect and the coldness that was outside was also felt indoors by her frigid and less than forthcoming attitude. He expected as much and reminded himself that it made no difference whether or not she was warmed by thoughts of being with him. He simply wanted to break her, once and for all.

Who the hell was he kidding? Of course he wanted her to want him. And that damned question still haunted him: did she still love him like she said she always would? Time changes people and even those who claim undying love have a change of heart when they’re hurt.

Several minutes later, she came out of his en suite, just as fresh as she had arrived. The moment she stepped out his home, no one would ever know she had just been orally satisfied and his DNA spilled all over her. Not even Nathan. His eyes narrowed down to slits at the thought of her trying to conceal their connection.

Moving to the bed, he abruptly pulled her over and pinned her beneath him. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist and simply laid below him, gazing up at him questioningly, probably expecting him to force himself on her.

As her eyes continued to roam over his face, a question formed on his lips. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Her breathing slowed and her lips parted, all the while undeniable fear shimmering in her irises. It upset him to see that expression, knowing that Mr. Black was to blame for the dread she was feeling.

“I’m thinking that it’s getting late and I should leave,” she responded cautiously.

Feigning indifference to put her at ease, he gently pushed off of her and motioned toward the door. “If that’s what you want. You’re not being held captive here.”

The shock on her face was rousing if not comical. “Like hell I’m not. Just because I’m not physically chained to your side doesn’t mean I’m not metaphorically bound to you.”