All Chapters of Steamy Encounters: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I know you are.” Roric's thumbs pressed down, and I gasped, and my back arched without my permission, and he chuckled against my hair. “It will not help, but I appreciate the effort.”His hips pressed against my ass.I felt his cock, even through his trousers, through my underwear. I felt the hard length of it pressing down on my body, and my stomach dropped through the floor. He was aroused. He was enjoying this. My terror was making him hard.“You feel that, little one?” His voice was rough now. “You feel what you do to me?”Bastard!I so badly wanted to scream at him, to scratch his eyes, and to kill him. I wanted to do so many things, even though we both knew that was futile. His hips rocked against me, and the feel of his cock against the thin cotton of my panties sent a jolt through my whole body. It wasn't pleasure and pain, but something in between, something I couldn't categorise, something that made me want to vomit and scream and disappear.“I asked you a question.”His h

And like a damned idiot I was, I screamed. The sound tore out of my throat and filled the living room as Roric fucked into me harder. His grip on my hair tightened, and his hips slammed against my thighs with a sound that I knew I'd hear in my nightmares for the rest of my life.“That's it,” he grunted. “That's it. Take it. Take all of it.”His pace quickened. The careful, measured rhythm dissolved into something rougher, more desperate. Each thrust jarred my whole body, shoving me across the rug inch by inch, until my head was nearly under the coffee table and my legs were wrapped around his waist without my consent. My ankles locked behind his back like I was holding him inside me.Maybe I was. Maybe my body had given up fighting and decided to survive instead. I didn't know anymore. I didn't know anything except the cock inside me, the hand in my hair, and the voice in my ear telling me I was taking it so well.He pulled my hair again harder. I felt strands snap, felt the burn of f

He traced the blade upward until it rested against her pussy. A shock went through her like an electric current. She was spread open, and the lips of her cunt parted around the width of the knife, and all she could feel was the cold and aching emptiness where she needed something more. Hawk watched her face, his eyes unblinking. He did not push. Her body was betraying her. Even with the blade pressed against her most tender place, and with half the restaurant watching, she was dripping, soaking the metal. Her arousal glistened on the knife as if her cunt were trying to swallow it. She couldn’t look at the faces around her, couldn’t bear to see the disgust or the curiosity or the dark, hungry interest that she knew was there. She was her brother’s whore, and the strangers with her already knew it. She didn't mind. Her only prayer was that he would finish what he’d started.“Look at them,” he murmured. “They’re waiting to see what I do next. Do you want me to stop, little bird?” Ameli

“She is.” Hawk’s hand slid from Amelia’s throat to her shoulder, steadying her. “But we’re not finished.” Amelia’s eyes fluttered open. She was still catching her breath, still boneless from the orgasm, but something in his voice made her stomach tighten. She watched as he moved around the chair to stand in front of her, and gripped the knife handle. She stopped breathing altogether. He pulled it out slowly. The wood was slick with her cum, and the sensation of it sliding free made her gasp and clutch at the chair. Her cunt clenched, and she could feel her wetness smearing against her thighs. Hawk held the knife up to the light. Examined it. The blade was still dull with butter and the faint sheen of his steak, but the handle was soaked with her arousal, which was coating the dark wood in a wet gleam. He turned it in his fingers, and then he brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Someone at the bar made a choked sound. “Stand up,” Hawk said, setting the knife on the table.

Hill knew he should fight this. He was an Alpha, and she was an Omega, who was no match for him. He shouldn't even give in to her; he should resist, but he couldn't. Something broke in his face, and then his hand was in her hair, his fingers tangling in her curls, and his mouth was on hers.The kiss was rough and desperate. He groaned against her lips like a man drowning, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. His scent enveloped her, the Alpha musk flooding her senses, and she felt herself go liquid, wet, ready, and aching in ways she'd never imagined.Hill pulled back, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to hers. His hand was still tangled in her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against his body.“We can't,” he said, but his hips bucked against her as he said it, and she felt the hard length of his dick through his slacks.“We can.” She reached down, pressed her palm against the bulge, and watched his eyes roll back. “We will.”His