3 Locked in: Snowbound with the rival

BURNING IN THE BLIZZARD

Lila.

My back was still on the rug when Marcus flipped me over like I weighed nothing. The fire crackled beside us, casting flickering shadows across our naked bodies. My heart hammered wildly. I hated how much I needed him right now.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

I started to argue, but he gripped my hips and pulled my ass up. Before I could protest, he thrust back inside me in one deep stroke.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my fingers digging into the soft rug.

Marcus groaned loudly, a low guttural sound that sent shivers through me. “That’s it. Take every inch, Lila.”

He fucked me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with every powerful thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding mixed with the howling wind outside. Each stroke hit so deep I felt it in my stomach. I pushed back against him, refusing to just take it, even as pleasure flooded my body.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, one hand sliding up my back to grab my hair. He pulled my head back firmly. “All that fighting and your pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to stop.”

“Shut up,” I moaned, but my voice cracked with pleasure. “Ahh… God, Marcus…”

He spanked my ass hard. The sharp sting made me gasp and clench around him even tighter.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, spanking me a second time.

“Marcus!” I moaned louder, anger and ecstasy twisting together inside me. I hated how much I loved the way he controlled my body. I hated how close I was already.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles while pounding into me. My arms gave out and I collapsed onto my forearms, ass still high in the air. The orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“I’m coming… fuck, I’m coming!” I cried out, my whole body shaking violently as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. I moaned long and broken, unable to hold anything back.

Marcus didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a trembling mess.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back again. His eyes were dark, wild, and completely focused on me. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed my legs wide apart and sank back inside me.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he said, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly as he drove into me with deep, punishing strokes.

I stared up at him, our faces inches apart. Every thrust made my breasts bounce. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

A dangerous smile crossed his face. He gave me exactly what I asked for, fucking me so hard the rug burned against my back. I moaned shamelessly with every thrust, my nails raking down his shoulders.

We moved to the couch next. Marcus sat down and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap and sank down onto his cock, taking control for a moment. I rode him fast and rough, grinding my clit against him with every roll of my hips.

“Shit, Lila,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” I panted, riding him even harder. But Marcus wasn’t done dominating me. He suddenly stood up, still buried inside me, and carried me to the large window overlooking the snow-covered mountains.

He pressed my back against the cold glass. The freezing temperature on my skin made me gasp, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. He held me up and fucked me against the window, deep and relentless.

“Anyone who looks up here would see me ruining you,” he said against my ear, voice thick with lust. “They’d see how much you love getting fucked by the man you hate.”

“I don’t… ahh… fuck!” Another orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name as my body convulsed around him, my pussy pulsing hard. My thighs shook uncontrollably.

Marcus kept going, chasing his own release. His thrusts became erratic and even deeper. “I’m close,” he growled. “Tell me you want it.”

I was still riding the high of my orgasm, shaking and oversensitive, but the words slipped out anyway. “Come inside me, Marcus. Please.”

With a loud, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. I felt every pulse as he filled me, his body pressed tight against mine. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily, skin slick with sweat.

Eventually he carried me back to the rug in front of the fire. We collapsed together, exhausted and tangled in each other’s arms. The hate had burned away into something raw and addictive. I felt satisfied in a way I had never experienced before.

By the time morning light filtered through the windows, the storm had finally begun to ease. Snow still covered everything, but the wind had died down.

I lay with my head on Marcus’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Neither of us spoke for a while.

“This never happened,” I finally whispered, though I didn’t really believe it.

Marcus tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes. “Agreed. We keep this between us.”

He kissed me then, slow and possessive, completely different from the angry kisses of the night before. The kiss lingered, deep and full of dangerous promise.

When he pulled back, we both knew the truth.

Our rivalry wasn’t over. It had just become something far more complicated… and far more addictive.

I already wondered when we would do it again.