Chapter 226 I'll Indulge You Lizzie "No!" My hands flew to his back, nails digging in, holding him tightly inside me. The sharp intimacy of it was overwhelming, the stretch immense. I opened my eyes, meeting his green ones. I saw the realization dawning, and saw him glance down between our bodies. I knew what he saw. The faint, dark smear on the condom tip, visible against his skin. Blood. “What's the meaning of this deception, Elizabeth?” He asked, nose flaring. “Has this been your plan all along? Answer me goddamnit!” I flinched. “I'm sorry, okay? If I had told you, we wouldn't have gotten to this point.” I took a deep breath. “Would you have fucked me if you knew?” “No.” He answered, still pissed. “And this is the furthest I can go. I don't do virgins, Elizabeth.” He began to get up from the bed. I panicked. “No!” I surged up, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, silencing the questions I saw forming. My hips moved tentatively, grinding against him, seeking friction, seeking to replace the pain with the heat that had been there moments before. "Reese," I breathed against his mouth, the name a plea. "Don't stop. Please. Just... fuck me. Fuck me properly. You can forget about all this. You can pretend I'm not a virgin." He broke the kiss, staring down at me. Anger warred with the raw hunger still blazing in his eyes. His jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, suspended in agony and tension, I thought he would still pull away, demand answers, break the spell. Instead in a flash, he wrapped his hand around my throat, bringing my face closer. My upper body lifted off the bed. I bit my lip. This was what I wanted. This was the version of him I wanted. “Listen to me carefully, Elizabeth.” He hissed. “I don't know what game you're playing and what you're up to. I also do not know why you're so interested in having sex with me.” He laughs. As if it's so funny. As if he can't believe this is happening. Then he continued. “But I do understand one thing. My body wants yours, Elizabeth. And it wants it badly. So today, I'll indulge you. I'll let you have it. All of it.” I swallow. Then the hunger won. A low growl rumbled in his chest. With his hand still around my throat, he withdrew almost completely, then drove back into me with brutal force. His grip on my neck tightened simultaneously. The pain flared again, sharp and bright, mixed now with a shocking jolt of intense sensation. I cried out again, but this time it was different. It was edged with something darker, needier. “You asked for it, Elizabeth. Now take it. All of it.” He didn't pause. He set a punishing rhythm, deep and relentless, holding my hips hard against the mattress. The bed frame slammed against the wall with every thrust. The pain began to recede, overwhelmed by a building pressure, a raw, unfamiliar fullness. I clawed at his back, my moans lost in the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and the rhythmic creak of the bed. So this was what it felt like? It felt… strange. Almost like I can feel someone else inside me. I can't even explain it. A little painful. A little too intense. I couldn't control my body nor the sounds I made. It was like every movement he made pulled a strange, foreign reaction out of my body. In a way, it felt like he was in control of my body. He released his grip on my neck. Then he shifted, pulling my hips up, angling deeper. He hooked my legs over his shoulders. The change in angle sent a shockwave through me, striking something deep inside that made me gasp, arching violently off the bed. He grunted, his pace faltering for a second at my reaction, then becoming even harder, more focused. It was primal. Messy. My sweat mingled with his. My tangled hair stuck to my face and neck. The air was thick with sex and exertion. I lost track of whose cries were whose, lost in the storm of sensation he was unleashing within me. “Oh fuck!” I cried out when he went deeper. The sensation mixed with a little pain. He slowed down but the anger in his eyes never changed. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “Yeah… Don't stop.” That was all he needed. He flipped me onto my knees, again, taking me hard from behind. One hand braced on the headboard, the other gripping my hip bone so tightly I knew he already left bruises. Unexpectedly, his hand came down on my ass in a harsh slap. I gasped, fisting the sheets as he slammed into me again and again. “Oh my God! Reese!” His palm made contact with my ass again. I jumped. That area burned. The stinging sensation mixed with the tingling from where we were joined. And it sent me over the edge. “Yes! Don't stop!” He grunted, increasing his pace before flipping me again onto my back, driving into me with furious intensity, his eyes locked on mine, burning with an unreadable mix of anger, lust, and something else I couldn't name. I sank my nails into his biceps, wrapping my legs around him. He caught both hands and pinned them together above my head as he picked up his pace. His free hand trailed down between us, disappearing between my legs. My body arched off the bed as he stroked my clit. My legs shook uncontrollably. My mouth released sounds that I found difficult to believe were coming from me. Then the pressure grew. I could feel it. I'd read about it so many times that I knew what was coming. My toes curled and my whole body vibrated like I was having a seizure. “That's right.” He whispered in my ear. “Be a good girl and cum for me, Elizabeth.” I screamed. The climax hit me like a freight train. It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't sweet. It was a brutal unraveling, a shattering force that tore a ragged scream from my throat, my body convulsing around him. He followed moments later, his own release a harsh groan torn from his chest, his body slamming into mine one final, driving time before collapsing, heavy and spent, half on top of me, his cock twitching. Silence crashed down, broken only by our ragged, gasping breaths. The scent of sex and sweat was overpowering. Reese lay unmoving, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his weight pressing me into the damp sheets. I stared up at the shadowed ceiling, my body trembling, utterly wrecked, the echo of pain still a dull throb beneath the bone-deep exhaustion. Slowly, Reese pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at me. His expression was stark, wiped clean of passion, leaving only cold intensity and unresolved anger. His gaze flickered down my body, past the bruises already blooming on my hips, past our still-joined bodies, to the dark smears stark against the light latex he still wore. His eyes fixed on the blood. He didn't speak. He just stared. And as his gaze lingered on the blood, it hit me. This wasn’t something he would forgive. It was something he would never ever forget.