When morning came, I awoke to him spooning me from behind. His big cock still firmly planted in my sore body.

"Tonight." He growled. Dropping a kiss to my shoulder. "I'll be back tonight. Wear something nice. And I'd suggest putting a lubricant on that." He nodded down my body. "So I don't tear it. You make me a bit…overzealous…I’d like to be kinder when next I take you.”

"You'll never have me again." I hissed.

"Don't try to run, Mida. You'll regret it." He snarled. Pulling me tighter against him. And pinching my breast in his fist as he held me pinned to him.

I sobbed. "Go away!"

He chuckled. "For a few hours. Then I'll be back."

He rose and brushed the hair atop my head as though I were a friendly pup.

I twisted to keep him in view. Covering myself with a sheet. "You're the most vile thing alive!"

He laughed. Giving me a lopsided smile. A dark shadow of black stubble tinged his usually smooth jaw. His straight nose and full lips made him approachable in a way that his icy blue eyes belied.

They tell the truth.

He has no conscience.

He pulled on his shirt. Pausing to give me a long look as he pulled the shirt down over his rippling abs. Stepping into torn blue jeans and pulling them up. Tucking his long, thick cock into them before zipping up.

Pausing, made me stop watching him. My eyes lifting fearfully and finding him staring at me.

"Want me to take them back off?"

***

"No!" I cowered into the corner.

He chuckled coldly. Walking over to lean over the bed. Crawling over it to cage me into the corner. "I love when you think you can get away. It makes me hard."

He nudged my nose up with his. His mouth taking mine.

I twisted my head away. Prying my mouth loose.

Growling, he snatched my lower jaw in his viselike grip. Turning my face to his. Then he slammed his lips to mine and delved his tongue into my mouth. Ravishing it the same way his hard cock had penetrated my body.

I slid down the corner to the bed, trying to evade him.

But he followed me down. Forcing a sideways hip between my bruised thighs to pry them apart before settling between. His weight pinned me into the mattress.

He rumbled into my mouth in pleasure. Enjoying the feel of my body under his.

I felt the sharp bite of his zipper digging into me from beneath the sheet as he hardened in his jeans.

"Mmm. Mmm!" He smiled. Shaking his head side to side. "I can't wait for tonight. I won't be half as kind when I pound you."

He grinned maliciously. Tugging on his boots before hopping out the window.

"I hate you!" I called out the window.

"Good." He said over his shoulder on the fire escape. "Your hatred is hotter than your passion."

I gasped in outrage.

"Don't worry. I'll pound all that anger out of you tonight." He made slow thrusting motions to show me what he intended for this night.

That won't be happening.

"Yes it will!" He called as he went down the stairs.

The fuck it will. I turned and looked around my room. Deciding what was critical and what could be left behind.