Stolen Fate by S. Nelson Page A

naked, which is making this all the much harder to deal with right now. When I regain my wits, I realize he’s been drinking. I can smell it on his warm breath. He’s not as drunk as he was last time, but he’s feeling good nonetheless.
    “Does that offer still stand, woman?” he snarls in my ear. He’s the one approaching me now, so why is he so ornery? His fingers dig into my side and make me wince from the slight pressure. Maybe his date didn’t go as planned. Well, I’ll be damned if I’m going to be his second choice, a mere convenient afterthought.
    “Hell no,” I say as I try to pry his fingers off me. “I’m not spreading for you tonight, or any other night, for that matter. Actually, I’ll never come on to you again, Drayden, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
    His hold only intensifies. I can feel he’s ready to go for some action; he’s practically stabbing me in the stomach with it. “Come on, baby. You know you want me. I can see it every time you look at me.” His tongue snakes out and moistens his lower lip. There is a part of me who wants to bite it, enticing him to taste me all over. But the other part of me wants to slap him for acting like such an arrogant ass.
    “Oh, you’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?”
    “ You could be full of me right now if you would stop all these games and just give in to me. Right here. Right now.”
    This is what I wanted from him earlier today, when he was pushing me away. But now, I’m a mixed bag of emotions. When I lock eyes with him again, I blurt out the first thing which comes to mind. “What? Your date not put out? Is that why you’re here?”
    “No. I figured, why not have sex with the one woman who’s already pregnant? You know, no risk there anymore.”
    What an ass!
    He’s slowly walking us back toward the bed but I’m not putting up much of a fight, not for someone who is supposedly not interested in having sex right then. His mouth descends down onto mine, his tongue delving into the warmth of my mouth, eager to taste me. When his hands come around and grip my backside, grinding his cock deeper into my belly, I just lose it.
    To Hell with this. I’m not going to make myself miserable just because I want to put up a fight. I can fight with him tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. Tonight, I want release, a temporary escape from my life. My hands find the back of his head, holding him in place while I kiss him with such ferocity I think we’re going to wreck each other. I suck on his tongue and bite his lip when he comes up for some much needed air.
    Once the back of my legs hit the barrier of the bed, he turns me around and pushes me so I’m on all fours. My head is hung low, waiting for him to do something. The budding ache is almost painful, my body crying out for a hurried release. Then I feel his finger touch me there, sliding between my folds, preparing me for his entrance.
    “You’re so wet already. Were you thinking about me fucking you, Essie?” He leans over and bites my shoulder. “Were you?” he asks me again.
    “Yes,” I say, trying to catch my breath. The anticipation is too much already. “Please, Drayden. Stop teasing me.”
    “Do you want to feel my cock slide inside your sweet pussy?” He bites me again; not enough to draw blood but enough to know he’s as turned on as I am. I hear him rustle with his clothing, no doubt pulling himself free.
    “Yes.” It is all I can say, my scattered thoughts trying to gain some semblance and find a way out of my mouth. When I writhe back toward him, trying to entice him to take the bait, he slips his finger deep inside me. He crooks his finger until he makes contact with the bundle of nerves tucked securely inside, a secret lock only he has the combination for.
    “I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, Essie. Can you handle that?” He’s already guiding himself into position, waiting for my confirmation. I reach my hand back to feel him,