“Don’t make me ask twice,” he growls, his face dropping to a severe expression. He tilts his jaw down, glaring down at me. The danger in his face scares me, and my juices dampen my thighs in response. “T don’t want you to ask me,” I say slowly. Confusion flits across his eyes for a brief second, and I show him exactly what I mean at that moment. I turn and start to run. But he’s too fast. His hand snaps out and wraps around my hair, yanking me backwards. A sharp gasp escapes as I go weightless. He manages to twist my body so I land painfully on my knees. Just like we both wanted. “You like it when I force you?” he snarls, yanking my head back until I’m looking up at him. His cock brushes against my cheek, warning me of what’s coming. “You like being a bad little girl, don’t you? You like to defy me because you love it when I scare you. You’re a silly little girl playing with fire,” he taunts, a cruel snarl on his face. Tears prick my eyes from the force of him holding my hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes. And if I didn’t know any better, I'd think there’s a blaze of fire behind me, reflecting in his mismatched eyes. “Tell me, little mouse, have you ever been fucked by a man like me?” “Better,” I hiss, the dormant hate for him reawakening. Something very dark and dangerous shutters over his eyes. He arches that damn brow, and I immediately shrink in on myself. It was a lie. We both know it. That’s the first thing I learned when I was put in Catholic school as a child. Good girls don’t lie. The second lesson is don’t trust the Devil and his influence. But what they forgot to mention is not to piss him off once you’ve been influenced. Maybe because that’s common fucking sense. My lip trembles as I berate myself for being so stupid. The bitterness and distrust are still churning beneath the surface. I don't know why I thought I could let him dominate and fuck me without fighting back. He’ll kill me before I ever fall in love with him. “Open your fucking mouth, bad girl. Right now, before I suffocate you on my cock.” This time, I listen. The second my lips part, he’s forcing the tip past my lips and straight to the back of my throat. He hisses through his teeth, followed by another feral growl. I whimper and then gag when he forces his dick deeper. He’s hardened steel wrapped in silky satin, but the smoothness does little to ease the pain.