Excerpt Malicious Intent

"Keep your mouth shut and you won't get hurt." The pressure on her lips ceased and she gratefully sucked in a lung full of air. She could still feel the imprint of his fingers on her skin as she lay trembling beneath him and taste the metallic tang of blood on her tongue where one of her teeth had pierced her lip. One hand held her wrists in an iron grip. She could feel the bruises forming. His other hand ripped at the buttons on her blouse. Then his mouth closed hard around her nipple, almost drawing blood, and she gasped. Despite herself, she felt a thin flutter of arousal deep in the pit of her stomach. She began to struggle. "Keep still, you bitch! You know what will happen if you don't!"

She did know, but was determined not to make this easy for him. Gathering up all her strength she kicked him as hard as she could on his shin. Her bare feet made little impression. Her defiance served only to anger him. "That was a mistake. I warned you, didn't I?" Retaining his grip on her arms he reached out and to pick up a ball of twine lying on the bedside table. She renewed her efforts to fight against him. With a great effort she managed to free one of her hands and raked her fingernails down his face. Fine red pinpricks formed a bloody trail across his cheek. For a split second he froze - his eyes a portrait of surprise. Then he hit her. She cried out in pain, although, in truth, the blow hadn't been that hard.

He was a strong man, and if he had used all his strength he could have knocked her out. As it was, she knew she would have a black eye the next day. She stopped struggling and, two minutes later she was lying completely helpless before him. Her hands tied to the headboard, her legs attached, spread-eagled, to the bedposts. The twine bit angrily into her soft skin. He stood over her and smiled. "That was mistake number two. Now you've made me angry. And all you've done is make it easier for me, haven't you?"

"You bastard," she hissed between her teeth. The smile faded. His hands closed around her breasts, pressing and kneading them between his strong fingers. Again she felt the flicker of lust betraying her. Terrified that he would see it in her eyes she squeezed them shut, but it was too late.

"Ah, you like that, don't you?" he laughed. Furiously she shook her head, but knew she was fooling no-one.

His hands slid down her body and grasped the hem of her skirt. Jerking it upwards, his fingers slipped inside her panties. "See. I was right. You're wet for me, aren't you, darling?" Slowly he began to caress her. Despite all her efforts to resist she felt a warm glow slowly building between her legs. His fingers quickened, and she held her breath as she felt her climax building. Just before she reached it she felt him tear away the skimpy material separating them, and he plunged himself into her. As he pounded into her bright lights flickered behind her eyelids as her orgasm hit her.

She felt him tense as he too came, his body jerking as his sperm flowed into her body. She screamed.

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