”I’m the mother of your children…”she said in a desperate whisper, struggling. ”Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“No.” he lied, bringing his head to her mouth. ”You’re one good f*** .That’s what matters to me. That’s all that matters to me.”
She shut her eyes as the tears trickled down her face. His words were cruel but inspite of herself, he was making her excited against her will and she wanted him, so badly.
‘Gaston,” she moaned in surrender, ”Please..”
He raised his silver head, his eyes glinting feverishly, “Please what?’ He mocked, rubbing himself against her willing body. As she continued to be silent, looking at him in frustration and longing, he brought his mouth against her swollen lips, ordering hoarsely, ”Say it!”.
Groaning, she writhed beneath him, mutely begging him to put her out of her misery , her eyes pleading silently. Callously, he stopped moving and raising himself, made to shift off her. With a cry, she threw her arms around him, pressing her breasts to him and whispered brokenly, ’Please, Gaston…make love to me.”
With a shout of triumphant laughter, he thrust into her, savoring her wetness. He forced her to surrender to his wishes and then made her pleasure him. And all the while she was aware that her traitorous body wanted to be his, would do anything to satisfy him. No matter how cruel he was, she desperately sought to have him within her hungry arms, inside her. Arching her body as she came repeatedly, she sobbed his name …