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can't deny wanting me." She clenched her pussy hoping to distract his

  cock more.

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  "You think that puts me at a disadvantage? Patryk's eyebrows grew

  into a solid line and his jaw bones parted to show how wet his teeth

  were.

  Gillian tried to breathe and swallow at the same time, but choked

  on her saliva.

  "Maybe you need to learn the hard way that wanting someone puts

  you in the power position. It's all about who wants more and is

  willing to take it regardless of cost." Patryk let up on a shoulder and

  grabbed a fistful of hair. Twisting her head, he bit into the side of her

  throat until she erupted into a screech that pressed his cock into her

  pubic bone.

  "Let me go." Gillian tried to pull free to avoid showing off the fear

  creeping into her face, but he yanked her hair to angle their eyes into

  meeting.

  "Giving up already like a loser? How boring. I thought you had

  more staying power than that. I prefer drawn out over quickies, but I

  guess you're just a tease." He bench pressed her up and tossed her

  backwards onto the sofa, bouncing to his knees from a curl up.

  Gillian's head whipped back, hitting the wall in a thud; it felt like

  her teeth were grinding into a powder and her voice came out in a dry

  cough. "I'm not a loser."

  "Then you're prepared to see this through to the end?" Patryk

  cupped her knees, prying them apart incrementally, before he pulled

  her towards him.

  Gillian raked the sofa with her nails, trying to scuttle back to a

  sitting position versus the slumped one he forced her into.

  "You're wasting your energy fighting against me versus with me.

  Make me fight for you, not control you." Patryk gave an exaggerated

  sigh and spanked the insides of her thighs with the back of his hands.

  He pressed his hands into the folds between thigh and stomach,

  pushing her ass into the sofa and making her pussy come out to meet

  his sniffing nose and panting tongue.

  "I hate you." She pummeled the top of his head with her fists,

  aiming for as many fissure lines in his skull as she could splinter open.

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  "I can work with that, especially since you smell so damn good."

  He buried his nose into her jeans and nuzzled her zipper, leaving red

  marks on his nose.

  Gillian's hands slipped, her pore's percolating with sweat. She tried

  to grapple with the fabric, but the smooth suede material betrayed her

  in its slickness.

  "First rule, always know your surroundings. Second, make your

  body work for you not against you." Patryk used her hips to push

  himself to standing. Grabbing her by the waist, he tossed her into the

  air and twirled her around to land nose deep in the sofa's groove, her

  knees mating with the sofa before thudding to the floor.

  Gillian's ear-concussive swearing pummeled the sofa and she spit

  out fibers of fabric lodged in her teeth.

  "Difference between you and me is I know what I want. You're

  confused. That's a really bad combo if you are you. For me, it's great,

  means I've won already and get to claim the prize. That would be you

  in case you hadn't kept up." Patryk rested a knee on the small of her

  back, and pressed her pubic bone into the sofa cushions, massaging

  her sensitive bits between bone and fabric.

  Gillian cranked her neck back, ignoring the nasty popping sounds

  coming from her spine. "You're despicable."

  Patryk chortled throatily. "Interesting choice of words, and yet

  nowhere in there was get off me. You just want someone else to do

  the dirty deed for you so you're impeccably pristine persona stays

  clean like baby's wiped ass."

  Gillian implanted her fists into the sagging cushions to bash his

  nose with the back of her head when his hands slunk to her waist and

  literally tore her jeans off. The sound of threads yanking free of the

  weave that once clad her made her teeth chatter. In the second or two

  she froze from the jarring sound of her cloth's dismemberment, she

  lost track of Patryk's movements.

  Now her body moved again and not under her volition.

  Patryk jerked her jeans down her thighs, taking her high-cut panties

  with them.

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  Gillian felt spittle sting her butt cheeks, then Patryk's hand come

  down with a slap to drive the moisture away. Her skin burned from

  that slap, making her pussy throb from the edge of the sofa digging

  into her clit and lips. She gasped, too many sensations rattling her

  meager hold on argumentative thinking, but venom didn't need logic

  and she spit onto her own sofa, spots of blood from a bit lip mixing in

  with the rose pattern buds that sprinkled the white fabric. Patryk's

  hand came down and flattened her other cheek with a thud that

  resonated down her thighs and made her toes flex.

  "Anyone ever tell you that you blush well. I could slap you silly

  and you'd be as red as those stupid flowers plastered over your too

  white couch." He pinched her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "I

  prefer real nature, not fake decorator's versions."

  Gillian fought her lungs to settle down and pushed her heaving

  chest into the sofa in hopes he couldn't hear her heart flooding blood

  up and down her veins.

  "I better do you before you die of a burst heart or artery."

  She heard the sound of him undressing and felt her head burn up

  synapses trying to sort out the situation. Wasn't she supposed to win

  this time? Didn't the world care she'd finally stomped her foot and

  said she wouldn't be a loser again? It should be her ripping his clothes

  off and making him kneel at her feet, not this way.

  Her thoughts stopped and her spine went rigid at the tearing of

  paper and the tell-tale snap of plastic. No, no, no... Spine crackling,

  muscles and ligaments fought for supremacy. She brought her chin up

  and twisted her neck in time to see a smile she could only label

  vicious. "This is my house, my rules." She tried to mix in a snarl with

  her words but tripped over her own tongue.

  Patryk wagged his head and bared his canines.

  Even at this range, the heat of his breath, like his desire, melted the

  skin right off her butt cheeks, flaying her alive for his feasting

  enjoyment.

  The intensity of his posture, muscles bulging out of his tensed

  thighs, stilled her movement. He looked more like pure unbridled

  fury meant for ripping open rabbit-skin than making love.

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  The fear she'd felt at the warehouse was back, but it was the fear

  she'd felt when Sebastian talked, mixed in was the lure of Patryk's

  scent infuriating her nostrils into sniffing the air without her say so.

  She watched the pulsing of his throat, losing cognition of what his

  hands were doing until she felt his need drive open her pussy from the

  rear and barge in, the condom snagging at her engorged flesh and

  dragging the edges of her lips in with him.

  His thrust caught her twisted head and smashed her neck first into

  the sofa, tears running down her cheeks from the pressure at the base

 
of her neck where his teeth had just lodged for the chomping.

  Pushing back only sent him deeper into her, doing the work for him

  as he took no time in getting as far in as his balls and thighs would

  allow.

  He pressed down on her, giving her nowhere safe to move while

  nearing her to splitting open her seams with his hard cock. Tearing

  free of his teeth, she wailed as her head became lodged in the sofa's

  back.

  His hand grasped where his teeth had been and gripped her flesh,

  keeping her head locked in place unless she wanted to whiny around

  like a horse. The other hand latched onto her exposed ass and trapped

  her.

  Gillian didn't have time to formulate a plan for gaining the upper

  hand. His cock filled her, angling up inside her in something between

  pain and ecstatic giddiness. The agony was the skin between

  perineum and fleshy lips stretching to a point she imagined birthing

  only capable of, but where his cock rubbed was a spot that made her

  brain misfire and start pumping out endorphins that erased anything

  but a need to tear into him as he tore into her.

  The sofa kept her organs pressed into her spine with nowhere to

  shift that didn't make it easier for him to pump against her ass and

  leave a trail of finger marks where once her ass had been nice and

  smooth from after-shower moisturizer. Gillian sucked in her breath to

  keep her hand-sized breasts from being rubbed rawer by the raking of

  her skin back and forth against the cushions, her shirt now bunched up

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  around her armpits and neck. She tried to shimmy the shirt down

  back into a cradle for her breasts, but he smacked her hands away.

  The smacking hand wedged under her ribcage and caught a breast

  for a fist-sized squeeze toy that from his altered breathing sounded

  like a better stress reliever than anything over the counter.

  Patryk kneaded her breast as he pulled her up, dragging her to her

  feet. He had to nearly crouch behind her to stay implanted. Slaking

  his hands down her sides, he clamped his hands on her waist and lifted

  her off her feet before dumping her on the sofa so she had to use her

  hands to brace the wall or make a dent with her head.

  Gillian steadied her upper body, determined to get through the

  ordeal without calling it off, if she would she be able to call it off.

  The smell he emitted changed the longer he stayed in her, and it

  was like no smell any human man she'd known was capable of. What

  few mental tricks she had left would have pinned it on a feral dog.

  The change in his smell and strength should have terrified her, and

  it did, but it mesmerized her. The desire to simply submit fought

  against a desire to lodge her foot down his throat and snag his

  stomach lining with her toes.

  She forgot her toes and her foot. He no longer expended excess

  energy on her ass, instead he had changed the focus of his hand to her

  clit. Gillian nearly snorted her own blood from a bit tongue as he

  pushed her clit back into its hood and pinched the blood infused nub

  until the sounds coming out of her could have been a bitch in heat

  slandering the moon with gutter vulgarities.

  Patryk laughed or howled. She couldn't be sure of what he was

  doing let alone her own body running on an overheated wiring system

  that seemed to be more in tune with him than her mind could manage.

  He let up on the pressure on her clit and began to palpitate it like a

  pup looking for mother's milk.

  Gillian lost control of vocal functions and began to mewl and yelp

  while her internal juices flowed, leaking out around his rigid cock,

  wetting both their skin now locked from liquid surface tension.

  Gillian was sure he was breaking her, splitting her open like a newly

  made virgin.

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  Pressure built up with each thrust. Pain but became subsumed by

  waves of heat and pinpricking energy that sparked from her clit and

  the erogenous zone he seemed to have found deep inside her. The

  spot was so close to her belly she was convinced it would never be

  found again, and that worry overrode the pain and fear making her

  give up any hold she had on the past and likely future.

  The rate of return from her principal investments on mistakes from

  the moment she'd returned to the warehouse were going to bring her to

  ruins, she knew that. Life worked that way from all she could see, but

  he thrust harder and sparks skittered across and inside her skin,

  meeting and turning her flesh on fire, making her spasm and wonder if

  her body was still intact, but not really caring anymore.

  Her body was no longer muscles and bones but pieces of debris

  held together by a wave undulating out from around his cock, the only

  solid thing left in her world to hang onto before dispersing into

  oblivion.

  Gillian felt more than heard his sounds reverberate into her, sending

  her spiraling into the deep end of the water that she'd been riding. She

  lost sight of land, sofa, floor, everything. A sensation of swelling and

  bursting that swept away anything but a resonating scream that came

  from inside and outside the pure white wave of energy she'd become.

  Screams merged and white light screeched and exploding until there

  was nothing.

  Out of the nothing she started to feel heat again and a pounding she

  vaguely recognized as her head and heart slamming into her spine and

  sizzling with steam that layered over her skin, drenching her from her

  scalp to in between her toes.

  Odd things came back at first, her name for one, and the realization

  that her head was mating with the wall, her arms limply hanging by

  her side. A plug that kept her swelled with pent up heat and air pulled

  out, and she sagged into the sofa as thoughts and memories crashed

  back remorselessly.

  Patryk looked down at her trembling body on the sofa. "Shit, shit,

  shit."

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  Her eyes blinked into focus and she watched him struggle to get his

  cock back into his briefs and jeans, giving up zipping himself in and

  instead tying his jacket around his waist to serve as a modicum of

  decency.

  She pulled one of the sofa cushions down and placed it over her

  curled body, keeping something between her and roaming eyes that

  looked anything but happy. Fine, he'd fucked her and wasn't happy.

  Who the hell cared, but she wasn't going to let him look at her

  anymore or see her cry. So she'd lost her first offensive, she sure as

  hell wasn't going to blubber and let him have that on her too. Screw

  him. He was the one determined to have sex so it was his fault he

  didn't like it ... or was it like her? Was she not good enough for his

  high and mighty ego?

  Well, maybe if he hadn't been so damn cocky and sure of himself.

  She gritted her teeth and returned his glare. Watery eyes were

  stopping on the count of one until there was a door between them, a

  very thick, opaque, and sound proof door with a slide bolt in place.

  She clenched her lips that threatened to tremble and braced herself

  agai
nst the couch. "Was there anything else you wanted to say

  besides shit? Or are you going to keep repeating that one short, simple

  word indefinitely? You do know more words, correct? Or do you need

  a thesaurus?"

  Patryk's shoulders rose up until his neck failed to keep chin away

  from his chest. Biceps stretched his shirt until button holes elongated.

  It took the remainder of muscular stamina to keep her eyes locked

  onto his and wander in unison with them. She wanted to cower under

  the pillow and build a sofa fort until he left, but the sexual euphoria

  had evaporated as quickly as he'd withdrawn and her brain worked

  overtime to get back on top of the situation or salvage what little she

  could.

  The only thing she could hope to gain was not adding another notch

  on his belt of woman fucked that she was sure he kept hidden in his

  closet of women scorned. For next Valentine's Day she'd send him a

  belt with a deep notched carved into it and a dried up condom with

  pinned note saying actual size on it.

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  "That isn't what I meant." Patryk ran his hand through his mane of

  hair, a snarl escaping as he ignored knots.

  "Well I'd say it served to express just what you thought of our sex,

  short and to the point." Gillian looked down at the diminishing bulge

  in his pants. "Very well put I'd say."

  He certainly was anything but small but there was no way in hell

  she was going to make him happy with his dimensions or actions,

  especially his actions. If he was going to act like a college idiot

  unfamiliar with the ways of human interactions over sex, she would

  stoop to college girl antics of diminishing a man's pride based on

  adjectives tied to cock size. This game she could win easily, very

  easily with no need for superior muscle size.

  Patryk's legs widened, creasing the fabric over his cock. "What I

  meant was I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have come."

  "Clearly you came, here and in me." Gillian clenched her ass and

  pussy. She lifted up the pillow momentarily to prove she was fully

  naked and wet. She might not be wet with him, but she was wet

  because of him and he was going to see that whether he wanted to or

  not, at least until he placed his eyes elsewhere so she could cover

  herself back up.

  "You are choosing to misunderstand. So gynecocentric of you."