Fury (10 page)

“Fury.”

“Yeah,
fucking say my name again, Angelina baby.”

“Fury,
God, Fury, yes.”

He
groaned and smoothed his fingers between her pussy folds, and she bowed her
back, her flesh pressing against his mouth even more.

“You’re
so fucking soaked, baby.” He moved his lips up her chest and settled at the
crook of her neck, gently pulling at her flesh with his teeth. He had his hand
between her legs, his fingers rubbing at her clit in gentle, pressurized
motions. “You want more,” he said without making it a question.

Of
course she wanted more. She’d never felt so wanton or excited before. A low,
desperate sound left her when he pressed on her clit.

“Tell
me, Angelina.” The words came from him like a demand.

“Yes,”
she cried out when he rubbed the little bud, moving his finger around it
faster. “You know I want more.”

“Mmm.”
He kept the steady pace on her swollen nub. “You want to come?”

She
nodded.

“Then
give it to me, baby girl.”

A
gasp left her as her pleasure went through the roof. She placed her hands on
Fury’s wide, strong shoulders, wanting him closer, needing so much more.

He
didn’t stop rubbing his fingers against her clit, and over and over he
tormented her, giving her pleasure mixed with pain. Fury bit at her throat,
groaning as if this was all too much for him. Hell, it was all too much for
her, but she didn’t want him to stop. Fury was controlled, hardcore, and
demanding. It was clear he was used to getting what he wanted at any costs.

When
the pleasure started to dim she ached for more, desperate for it to last
forever. Angelina felt tender and exposed, but it was in such a good way it was
exhilarating.

Fury
pressed the weight of his body down on her, his chest to hers, his muscles
meshing with her softness. His face was so close to hers now.

“So
fucking good,” he growled out the words. “Knowing I’m making you feel good gets
me off, baby.” Fury ground his erection into her belly, and a gasp left her.
“Tell me how good this feels.” He reached between them to touch her wet pussy
again, rubbing his fingers through her folds.

“It
feels so damn good.”

He
hummed in approval and ground himself against her harder. “You feel how hard
you make me?”

“God,
yes.” His hot, huge erection against her belly felt so good.

He
slid his hand down her thighs, slipped it underneath her, and grabbed her
behind the knee. Fury pulled it up and out, and nestled his waist between her
legs, his cock now pressed right up against her pussy.

He
was so big everywhere that she felt so feminine and small in comparison.
Angelina had never felt weak, but with Fury here with her she felt like that in
only the best of ways. For her whole life Angelina had wanted to escape who and
what she was, and she had with Fury, in a sense and to a point.

It
was empowering.

Chapter
Fourteen

Angelina
couldn’t think straight for all the sensations moving through her. She’d been
drugged and kidnapped by Fury, yet here she was, doing whatever he wanted,
needing to submit to him because that’s what
she
wanted. It was exciting, dangerous, and maybe even stupid, but
it was also being alive. For the first time in her life she was just letting
go, and not having to worry about looking over her shoulder.

“I
want you to give in to me, baby.” Fury’s voice was husky, deep. It moved over
her like fingers stroking her erogenous zones. He was now thrusting his cock
against her pussy, back and forth, slow and gentle. He was long and thick, hot
and hard.

With
his mouth at her neck and him running his teeth and tongue along her overly
sensitive skin, Angelina could have envisioned herself in a different scenario.
She could see herself not worrying about anything but having her own life … a
normal
life.

“Once
my cock is deep in your pussy you’ll know you’re mine, Angelina. There’s no
going back.”

Are you sure this is what you want?
Are you sure you want to fuck Fury? Just looking at him shows he isn’t the type
of man to just walk away.

“I
don’t want to stop.”

He
gripped the base of his shaft and started stroking himself as he stared at her.
“Say it again.”

She
swallowed. “I want this.”

“I
feel no remorse for taking you, because it’s brought us to this point, baby.”

All
she could do was nod.

He
started touching her again, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of her
pussy and making her wetter for him. “You don’t have to be afraid of what’s
behind you anymore.” His voice got harder, and he moved a finger lower,
plunging it into her body.

She
opened her mouth wide on a silent cry. That was all she’d ever wanted. He
started fucking her with his finger even harder, and she knew she was going to
come. Involuntarily her pussy clenched around his digit, sucking it in deeper.
What she wanted was his thick dick in her body.

“Let
me take you away, Angelina.”

And
as if his words had been the trigger, she came for him. Angelina knew he wasn’t
speaking literally, but she’d already felt free with him, and that’s what made
this situation so invigorating.

The
bed was shifting slightly, and she realized Fury was pressing his hips into the
mattress, dry-humping it as she got off with his finger.

“Fuck
yeah, baby,” he said in a deep voice.

She
curled her nails into her palms and spread her legs wider, wanting him to see
all of her. He pulled back slightly, but he was looking at her face and not
between her legs.

“Look
at me, Fury.” She knew he’d be aware of what she was saying.

The
pleasure still coursed through her, and she was surprised she was even able to
speak coherent words.

Her
heart thundered behind her sternum with each passing second he stared at her
cunt.

He
removed his finger from her body and spread her labia wide, the chilled air
moving over her overheated flesh. With his fingers still spreading her, he
continued to watch her most intimate part for what seemed like forever.

Fury’s
face was now between her legs, his warm breath moving along her pussy. A dark
mask covered his face, and he placed a hand on each of her inner thighs, holding
her in place.

“Lick
it,” Angelina said, feeling wild.

He
grunted, and then he had his mouth on her pussy. He worked his tongue around
her clit and then moved it along her inner lips.

The
sound of sucking flesh had her on the brink of getting off, but right when she
was on the precipice he stilled.

No, don’t stop.

He
leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of her nipples, drawing a cry of
ecstasy from her. She arched into his mouth, needing him to add more pain, more
pleasure.

“Yes,”
she found herself saying.

They
looked at each other for a second, and then he lowered his gaze to her pussy,
grabbed his cock again, and aligned the tip of his dick with the entrance of
her cunt.

“You
want me deep inside of you?”

“Yeah,
Fury.” She licked her lips, wanting him to fuck her already, but willing to beg
for it.

He
started to push inside, and she felt the stretch and burn from the size of his
dick.

“It’s
so fucking good, baby. You feel so damn good, Angelina.”

He
placed a hand on each of her thighs and continued to push deep into her,
fucking her like he knew what he was doing to get her off.

And
then it was like something in him snapped. He started to fuck her in long, hard
strokes. Over and over he plowed into her, the sounds of their sex, of their
moans, filling the room. They were both sweating, and wetness from his chest
dripped onto her body, making her even more aroused.

He
thrust especially hard into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She
bunched the sheets in her hands, but only a second of doing that and she was
grabbing onto his biceps and digging her nails into his flesh.

Fury
pulled out of her, flipped her onto her belly, and gave her ass a hard slap. He
pushed her legs apart, and she felt the chilled air move along her heated pussy
lips. She was at his mercy, and it felt so good.

Looking
over her shoulder, she could see Fury staring at her ass. His cock was a hard,
long rod pointing right at her. He slipped his finger through her slit,
gathered her pussy moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart.
Angelina knew what was to come, and her throat tightened, despite her pussy
getting wetter.

“I’m
going to claim your ass, Angelina, make you mine in all ways.” He gave only one
glance at her before focusing on her ass again, and Angelina braced herself for
what was to come, anticipating it, but hesitant, as well. Fury placed the tip
of his cock back at her pussy instead of her ass, held onto her waist, and
curled his nails into her flesh. He stayed that way for only a second, and then
thrust into her in one deep, hard move. Her cry was slightly muffled from being
pressed against the mattress, the pleasure so damn intense.

Pumping
into her fast and hard, he grabbed her hands and placed them on her lower back,
keeping them bound together by one of his. He restrained her, and it felt
incredible to have that taken away from her. She didn’t know why, because it
was the opposite of being “free”, but having Fury control her like this made
something open up inside of her.

“You
like this, baby, like what I’m doing to you?” His voice was gruff.

“God,
yes,” she whispered, not sure if he heard.

Angelina
turned her head to the side, needing to see what he was doing to her. He
slammed into her, and then pulled out slowly again.

“Beg
me for more.”

“I
want more,” she said without hesitation.

Fury
teased her pussy, gathering her cream on his fingers before rubbing the
slickened digits against her anus again. He teased the hole, and then slipped
the finger inside, having her cry out from the pleasure. She couldn’t think
straight for how incredible this all felt.

Her
inner muscles clenched around his finger, as if they had a mind of their own
and wanted him deeper. He continued to pump into her pussy with his cock at the
same time he thrust his finger in and out of her ass, fucking her in both
holes.

“
Christ
,” he said on a harsh whisper.

And
then he removed his finger from her ass, grabbed her cheeks, and spread her
bottom wide, clearly getting a look at her wide open for him. She watched as he
leaned forward, his cock still in her pussy, and let saliva drip from the tip
of his tongue to her anus. That shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. But when
he looked at her in the eyes as he did the act she swore she could have come
from that alone.

“Beg
me to fuck you in the ass.” He used his finger to spread the spit around her
tight hole. “Fucking ask for it, Angelina. Tell me you want me to shove my cock
in your ass.”

“Fury.”
She swallowed. “Fuck me in the ass.”

He
pulled out of her pussy, thrust two thick fingers into her cunt, and then when
he removed them he spread the wetness over her anus, mixing it with his saliva
until she knew she was nice and slick for him.

“Yes,”
he hissed out. “So fucking hot.” Fury slipped his finger inside of her ass
again until he was deep in her body. The groan that came from him was long and
deep. “God, seeing my finger in you is so damn hot.” He groaned. “I want my
dick in your ass, Angelina. I want to fuck you so badly.”

After
several seconds, he removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of
his cock at her back hole. She tensed, nervous but wanting this, too.

“Get
ready for me, baby.”

He
started pushing into her, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes, the stretch
and burn consuming her.

“Fuck
yes.” He pushed through the tight ring of muscle at her ass, and when he was
fully in her they both let out this hoarse sound. She had the sheets in her
hands, her knuckles white. His balls were pressed right against her pussy, a
heavy weight reminding her what they were doing. He only gave her a few seconds
to adjust to his size before he started moving in and out, slowly at first.

“So.
Fucking. Good.”

After
several moments, he picked up his speed and fucked her with long, powerful
strokes. His balls slapped her moist pussy, the sound erotic, dirty and good.
She wanted this to last, because the thought of it ending, of reality crashing
back to them, wasn’t something she wanted to think about. Not yet at least.

“I
own you, Angelina.” He gripped her harder, making it known with his touch.

God, I feel so free, so alive right
now.

Fury
gripped a chunk of her hair with his other hand and pulled her head back. With
her throat arched, bared, she felt vulnerable, but in a good way. Another
orgasm rose up in her, and all she wanted was to have it consume her.

“That’s
it. Let go for me, baby.” Fury tightened his hold on her hair a little harder
and growled. He thrust harder and faster, having her cry out for how much it
hurt, for how could it felt. And then he groaned deeply and pulled out of her.
She felt the hot jets of his cum cover her ass and lower back. Angelina wanted
to watch him, but she was still reeling from the pleasure.

His
orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she could actually feel him coming, felt
his spunk sliding down the crease of her ass and along her pussy. It felt good,
like she was claimed.

And
when he finally relaxed and she knew he was done coming, Fury pulled away from
her. Angelina collapsed on her belly, closed her eyes, and just let the
post-euphoric haze wash over her. She breathed in and out heavily at first, but
soon her breathing became normal as she started to relax. She opened her eyes,
and it was to see Fury watching her.
Is
this what it means to be owned?

It
sure as hell felt like it.

“Yeah,
baby. This is exactly what it means to be owned.”

Angelina
didn’t even care that she’d obviously said those words out loud, because
hearing Fury say that phrase warmed her, made her feel whole. And then he
reached out and rubbed his cum along her flesh, as if wanting his scent, his
very essence engrained in her. “This is what it means to be mine, Angelina.”

He
pulled her close, and she relaxed against him.

She
stared into his dark, turbulent eyes, knowing this man could have crushed her
with just a stare. He was primal and intense, and that feral quality made her
feel stable. If she accepted this, did this with him there was no going back,
not from any of this.

Where would I go anyway?

Being
free was something she’d never experienced before, never thought she’d actually
get to have, even after she’d left home.

“You
want me, and I want you. That can’t be wrong.”

As
screwed up as this all was, Angelina felt something darker rise in her for this
man. She wanted to be with him, wanted to let herself just be free.

“You
want freedom, and you can have it, Angelina.”

He
looked so hard, so determined.

“Freedom
isn’t that easy, Fury.” She was being honest, even with herself. Being with
someone didn’t mean her troubles would just vanish. She still had a past, scars
that ran deep.

“It’s
easy, so fucking easy if you allow yourself to live that way, Angelina.” He
gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Be with me and I’ll show you.”

Could
she actually do this, see where things led with him? It couldn’t hurt. Her life
thus far hadn’t made her feel a fraction of the emotion she felt while with
Fury. That had to mean something, right?