Page 162 of Little Sunshine
I darted up and moved before I even realized what I was doing. Before Maximo or Juliet, either, because by the time he reached for me, I was already in the aisle and out of reach.
Turning from the violence and bloodshed, I ran up the aisle.
Ash.
I need Ash.
I was vaguely aware of someone yelling behind me, but then something happened with the fight, and the place erupted into applause and shouts.
The last part just made everything worse.
I ran for the doorway we’d entered through and slammed into it, only to discover it was locked. An arm reached around me to swipe a card, and I looked over my shoulder.
Ash.
Thank God.
Keeping my back to his front, Ash wrapped his arms around my waist and propelled me forward. He stalked down the hallway before entering an office and slamming the door behind us. That time, it was my front pressed to it.
“What’d I tell you about running from me?” I tried to turn to explain, but his large hand between my shoulder blades held me in place. His other hand lifted my long skirt. “I warned you, Camila.”
The sound of fabric tearing cut through the air, and I thought it was the dress. I was wrong.
It was my panties.
Ash’s finger plunged into me from behind. He added a second, and his thumb circled my clit until I was panting. Before I could come, he took his hand away and gripped the rope at either of my hips to lift me. I gasped at the pressure between my thighs. His body pushed in closer until I was pinned between him and the door.
And then his cock slammed into me. Filled me so completely, it stole my breath. With the tight angle, each inch seemed to meld with me permanently. Like I’d feel him there for the rest of my life. I wanted that.
Needed it.
He fucked me with that same desperation. Like he couldn’t get close enough. Like he needed to fuse his body to mine. Connect us until we couldn’t be separated.
His palm slapped on the door in front of my face to keep himself upright. He used his other hand on my hip to move me up and down his length as he surged into me.
Over.
And over.
And over.
Like the boxing outside, it was brutal. Violent.
Unlike the match, it was also beautiful. It made me feel protected. Wanted.
Safe.
I was right on the verge of coming apart when I heard laughter out in the hall. The speed in Ash’s thrusts slowed, but not the power. He pulled out to the tip before quickly plunging in. His tattooed hand covered my mouth.
“Don’t let them hear you,” he whispered in my ear, his rough voice making goosebumps spread across my skin. He pulled out to the tip and plunged in again. I whimpered, and his hold on my mouth tightened. “If they hear those sweet noises, I’ll be forced to kill them. Those are for Daddy.” Another hard thrust that made my pussy tighten around him. “All of you is only ever for Daddy.”
Choking down the screams that wanted to push free, I didn’t just come apart.
I exploded.
My brain was barely functioning when Ash slid his hand from my mouth to my jaw, lifting it so I met his eyes. “I told you if you run from me, I’ll chase you.” His thumb slid between my lips and pressed to my tongue, forcing my mouth open. His already rough thrusts grew vicious as he pumped into me, filling me with cock and cum until it was being forced right back out to drip down to undoubtedly coat the ropes I was bound with. “I’ll always chase you, Camila.”
I’ll always chase you, Camila.
