is a message. One I want you to receive loud and fucking clear so that there will be no more misunderstandings between us." He reaches between my legs under my skirt, cupping my pussy over my damp panties.
I push back into him with a needy groan. He holds me in place, pushing my panties down my legs before resuming his touch, this time against bare and soaking wet flesh.
He groans when he feels what's waiting for him. "This belongs to me." He wraps an arm around my shoulder, closing a hand over my throat, biting at my earlobe. His next words are both a statement and a warning, delivered while the shaft of his thick cock presses against the cleft of my ass. "You. Belong. To. Me."
He pulls back briefly, then enters me with no warning, and with such force, that I'm dizzy as he stretches me open, filling me completely. He doesn't pause before beginning an all-out assault on my pussy.
"Holy shit," he rasps, echoing my thoughts.
I grip the sink for support as Pike relentlessly fucks me from behind, pushing and pulling on my waist as he pounds into me. My body convulses every time his hips connect with the flesh of my ass.
"Are you looking, Mic?" he asks, teasing his lips against my cheek. He holds my jaw and turns my face until his harsh kisses slant across my lips, as hard and furious as he's fucking me. I'm breathless when he releases me. "Are you?" he repeats, releasing my face.
My only answer is to push back my hips.
He hisses at the contact and tugs my hair, stinging my scalp. It burns, but his reaction is the reason why I don't hesitate to do it again. "Mic," he warns, wrapping my hair around his hand. "Look," he orders, using his grip on my hair to direct my head so that I have no choice but to look.
In the mirror, I see Pike, glistening with sweat, looking very much like an angel carrying out the devil's work. I'm suddenly very grateful I have a photographic memory because this image is one I'll recall often, and for the rest of my life. A flush of wetness escapes my body, drenching his cock with appreciation. "Fuck," he swears. "I take it that you like what you see?"
I manage to nod, pulling against his grip on my hair, my eyes watering as the stinging of my scalp becomes more of a burning.
Pike releases my hair. My head falls forward, but I don't dare drop my gaze. He told me to look, and that's precisely what I plan to do.
A devilish smirk plays on his lips as he digs his fingernails into my ass. He looks down and runs his hands over my flesh, admiring the marks he's undoubtedly leaving in his wake. The muscles in his arms and chest are taut, straining against his tattooed skin in his effort to both fuck me and break me. Beneath his furrowed brows, there's a crazed look in his eyes that's both frightening and thrilling.
I push back against his thrust once more, and this time, he growls. It's a sound so low and primal I can feel it deep within my trembling body.
"You trying to push me over the edge?" he rasps, staring at my reflection with heavily hooded eyes.
I can't help myself, and maybe, I am trying to push him over the edge.
I wink.
Pike makes a sound similar to that of a starved animal. He grabs my jaw and turns my head sideways, forcing my cheek flat against the cold porcelain. Two of his thick fingers open my lips, penetrating my mouth. His thrusts become more determined, more desperate as if he's trying to fuck the insolence out of me.
Fat chance.
I'm not sure if I act out of instinct, or if it's just my need to prove to him that he's not the only one in charge, or if I really do want to push him over the edge and see what happens, but it's certainly not out of sanity that I choose to bite down on his fingers.
Hard.
So hard, I taste his coppery blood on my tongue.
Feeling victorious, I grin around his bloody fingers, keeping my teeth buried in his flesh.
"You're going to fucking kill me," Pike moans, but he doesn't pull his fingers from my mouth. He doesn't pull away at all. If anything, the bite causes him to become more unhinged, fueling his already maddening pace, smashing my breasts against the