Helen's POV
This bed felt strange beneath me, foreign and cold, and a shiver ran through me as the last incident flashed across my mind. I bolted upright, my heart hammering.
"Where the hell am I?" My voice cracked, scanning the dim room.
Derick lounged in the corner armchair, legs sprawled wide, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Smoke curled up, lazy and thick.
"You're in my bed because I dragged your ass here." His tone was gravel, eyes locked on mine.
"Why? I didn't ask for your damn charity." I wrinkled my nose at the sharp tang of tobacco mixing with his cologne.
He took a slow drag, exhaling through his nose.
"You got a death wish?
"You should be grateful. At least now, you have someone to call while you're in danger," he chuckled.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Heat flooded my cheeks. "I don't need you. Get that through your thick skull."
His gaze darkened. He stood, slow and deliberate, moving toward me like a predator circling its prey. My stomach fluttered with fear and something I didn't want to admit. I shuffled back on the bed, but he didn't stop until my spine hit the headboard, trapped.
His body pressed in, chest hard against mine, the thin fabric of my shirt, no, his shirt doing nothing to hide how my nipples peaked, aching against him. His breath ghosted my ear, hot and ragged.
"You can't handle this alone, Helen. You have no idea what's coming for you."
I squirmed, thighs clenching involuntarily, but he didn't budge. His lips brushed my neck, tongue flicking that sensitive spot just below my ear.
A shiver ripped through me, heat pooling low in my belly. "Look at you," he rasped, voice like velvet scraping stone. "Writhing like you're begging for it."
"You're mine." His mouth crashed onto mine, claiming, devouring. I fought back, tongues tangling in a brutal dance, teeth nipping until copper bloomed on my lips. He tasted of smoke and sin, and damn if I didn't crave more.
His hand slid under the shirt, rough palm grazing my stomach, sending sparks tingling across my skin. Up to my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. Air burned in my lungs, but I arched into him, feeling his cock strain against his pants, pressing right where I throbbed.
"Don't," he growled, breaking the kiss, eyes feral.
One hand clamped my wrists above my head, pinning me. The other squeezed my breast, thumb circling the peak. Wetness slicked between my thighs, soaking through the panties, every pulse begging for friction.
"Please," I panted, voice breaking. "Fuck me. I can't..."
His gaze hooded, pupils blown wide. In a blur, he ripped the shirt open, buttons scattering. Cool air hit my skin, but his heat followed. He hooked his fingers into my panties, tearing them away with a snap that echoed in my core.
He spread my leg, exposed under his stare. No one's ever looked at me like this raw and hungry.
I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but his grip held firm. "Don't hide this from me, muñeca," he said, his voice dipping low, commanding. He pointed at my wet pussy. "This is mine".
His fingers trailed fire down my body, over curves and dips, claiming every inch. He lowered himself to my core, fingers sliding over my slick, swollen clit. He brought the digit to his lips, sucking it clean. "Fucking perfect.".
Before I could breathe, his tongue plunged in a hot, relentless stroke, lapping at my folds, circling my clit with teasing flicks. I moaned, hips bucking, the bite on my sensitive nub sending jolts straight to my spine. My brain screamed stop, but my body betrayed me, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him deeper.
The pressure built in me, coiling tight, my walls clenching around nothing. I'm gasping, caught between wanting more and needing release.
He pulled back, lips shiny with me, smirking. "Not yet."
My legs wider, he freed his thick being cock himself as he nudge my entrance. He slammed into me in one deep thrust. I arched, a cry tearing from my throat at the stretch, the fullness invading every nerve.
Oh God, you feel so fucking good, he whispered in my ear, voice raw.
He pulled out and drove in harder, faster, rhythm pounding like a storm. His eyes fixed where we joined, watching himself disappear into me, slick sounds filling the room. Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles flexing under my nails as I clawed his back.
"Scream for me, baby girl, while I fuck you like no one ever has," he had growled. His voice was low and gravelly, laced with a cold edge that sent shivers racing down my spine, making my core clench in helpless anticipation.
His thick length stretched my walls to their limit, veins pulsing against my slick heat as he plunged deeper, filling me so completely that I screamed. I spoke things I couldn't understand gibberish pleas and gasps torn from my throat.
My eyes rolled back as he hit my g-spot with ruthless precision. Each brutal stroke sent electric jolts through me, my nails scraping his skin as my hips bucked wildly against him.
A stinging crack of his palm against my ass ignited a fire. My pussy convulsed around him in waves of blinding pleasure. Juices flooded my thighs as I trembled, breathless and utterly undone.
"We aren't done, baby girl," he murmured. His fingers dug into my hips with bruising force as he flipped me over effortlessly. I was arched high, ass presented like an offering, the cool air kissing my exposed folds before he thrust back in suddenly, claiming me with unapologetic possession.
The slap of skin echoed through the room, my body betraying me with every clench, pleasure coiling tighter in my belly.
He slowed down, teasing me with languid rolls of his hips. The friction was agonizingly deliberate, pulling whimpers from my lips as I pushed back, craving more of that delicious torment.
"What do you want, slut?" his voice was cold with hunger. His eyes darkened to near-black as he watched me squirm beneath him, enjoying the sadistic thrill of my desperation.
"I want you to fuck me harder," I begged, my voice breaking.
"I will give you that," he rasped, thrusting inside me in one go, driving the air from my lungs as he hit that spot no one else had ever reached..
"Oh yes, right there... I'm cumming... please let me cum"
"You don't cum until I say so," he commanded, pinching my clit just enough to blend sharp pain with throbbing ecstasy. I arched off the bed with a cry.
"Please" I gasped, my body shaking uncontrollably.
He slapped my pussy sharply, the wet smack sending shockwaves to my core. "This is mine. Your tight pussy belongs to me," he claimed.
"I can't..." I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks as the pressure became unbearable.
"You will," he said, his rhythm a punishing pace that owned every inch of me.
His breaths came in harsh, guttural pants.
"Cum," he roared.
I was shattered as I came on his cock, my walls milking him in pulsing spasms as screams tore from my throat. He growled, his cock twitching as hot spurts filled me.
He didn't pull out immediately, as we were both trying to recover our breath, mouths close together, foreheads touching.
I hissed from the feeling of his cock leaving my core as his cum dripped from my pussy.
"What have I done?" I asked, getting angry at myself and aware of the consequences of my actions.