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  Tell me how much you want it! You want my cock in your pussy?"

  Maggie gulped, feeling a strange sense of unreality descend over her.

  He pushed a little ways into her, stretching her painfully. “Say it! Tell me you want my cock inside you bitch!"

  Swallowing, Maggie nodded.

  He slapped her ass again. “Beg for it!"

  "I want it,” she said uncertainly.

  "You want my big cock in your tight little pussy, don't you bitch?"

  Maggie licked her lips and repeated what he'd said.

  He began humping against her, slowly working the little juices that remained into her by thrusting and retreating. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn't expected it to hurt. She'd thought it would feel good.

  "It hurts."

  "Of course it hurts, bitch. ‘Cause I've got the biggest cock you've ever had. Say it."

  She swallowed when he slapped her on the ass again, harder this time. The stinging distracted her as he thrust into her again, but not enough to dull the pain as he breached her hymen. She choked out a cry, trying to pull away from him, but he had an arm locked around her hips. The blood from her burst hymen collected with the natural lubricants, easing his passage, allowing him to pump into her harder and harder.

  She dropped to her elbows, trying to keep from crying, covering her face, just wanting it to be over. It seemed to take forever before he uttered a strangled cry and stopped pounding into her. Finally, it was over however. She winced when he withdrew his flaccid member. Gasping for breath, he collapsed beside her.

  "Hey! You OK?” he asked after a moment.

  Maggie regained control with an effort. “It hurt. I didn't know it would hurt."

  He caught her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Hey, kid, I didn't realize it was hurting. I'm sorry, baby. I was just too far gone to stop. You've got such a sweet, tight little pussy it just blew my mind."

  He looked so regretful, Maggie immediately felt better. The pain had subsided to a dull throbbing. She snuggled next to him, soothed by his stroking hands.

  She'd only begun to relax, however, when he slapped her on the ass. “Hey! You need to get out of here.

  I've got a friend coming over and I don't think you'll want to run into him. He might figure out what we've been up to, huh?"

  It was enough to galvanize her instantly. The one thing she didn't want was to have everything ruined by running into one of the assholes he hung around with. Climbing from the bed, she jerked her clothing on nervously. He lay still, watching her, a half smile on his face. When she'd finished dressing, he held up his hand, summoning her, and she moved toward the bed again.

  He sat up, kissing her. “Tomorrow?"

  Surprise touched her briefly, and then a stirring of happiness, mixed with a healthy dose of doubt and dread at the idea of doing ‘that’ again. Summoning a smile with an effort, Maggie nodded. “Yeah ... I guess ... sure."

  She met up with his buddy, Todd, on her way out. Todd looked her over with a superior grin, sniffing at her as if he was a dog. “Do I smell bitch?"

  She glared at him, pushing him away and stalking out the house.

  "Why is it, I wonder, that red heads are such fucking bitches?” he wondered loudly as she stomped down the stairs.

  She shot him a bird over her shoulder, but a sense of satisfaction filled her. Danny liked her and he wanted to see her again!

  He didn't call, though, even though he'd said he would, even though it had been his idea to invite her over again, not something she'd asked. She was tempted to call him, but she restrained herself, reminding herself that he'd invited her. Something must have come up, otherwise he would have called, surely? And she didn't feel comfortable with the idea of calling him.

  When Sunday rolled around and she still didn't hear from him, she began to feel doubts crowding into her mind. She kept telling herself that his parents must have come back early and that was why he hadn't called to invite her over, but that didn't explain why he hadn't called to tell her.

  She knew the moment she arrived at school Monday morning that she'd been the butt of yet another hateful joke. Ordinarily, she walked among her classmates like a ghost, invisible unless they were feeling particularly nasty and mooed when she walked by.

  Today, that had changed. They began to smirk and whisper at her approach, giggling. Sickness welled in her stomach, but she kept her expression carefully blank and pretended not to notice. It was the only thing that had ever worked at all—not that it worked all that well, but, mostly, so long as she pretended to be unaffected, they lost interest pretty quickly and moved on to someone else to torment.

  Except for a handful of people, who either looked at her with pity, revulsion or the sort of horrified fascination freaks evoked, everyone in the school that she passed looked as if they would burst out laughing.

  She found out why when she got to her third class.

  Emily, who'd always clung to her, more Maggie suspected because she thought Maggie might protect her than from any real sense of friendship, had given her the same horrified look of fascination that she'd seen on so many other faces. So sick with dread now that she felt like she would throw up, Maggie finally felt a surge of something she could deal with—anger. “What?"

  Emily gulped. “It's just ... was that really you in the video?"

  The bile that she'd been holding at bay rose to the base of her throat. Maggie swallowed convulsively several times. “What video?” she asked hoarsely.

  "The one Danny put on the internet."

  It had taken every ounce of courage and fortitude that she possessed, more than she'd known she possessed, to make it through the rest of the day. By the time she'd gotten home, she was seriously considering suicide. She couldn't face that again. She just couldn't. Not only had he hurt and humiliated her in bed, but he'd made it a public spectacle, shared it with everyone. The boys had barked at her as she'd trudged through the halls heading home.

  It was only in the wee hours of the night, when she'd wracked her brain for some method of killing herself that she could actually contemplate that she'd finally realized that they'd win if she did. They would have beaten her. They would be gloating and giggling over the fact that they had the power to so destroy her that she'd taken her life.

  She hated them all. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

  Chapter Seven

  Maggie's crying pulled Danior back to the present. He curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest, holding her while she sobbed against his chest.

  It took all his strength to withstand the rage tearing inside him at what they'd done. The insane urge to leave the safe house and hunt them down gripped him. His arms shook with the effort to control himself.

  Her shudders brought him down from lunacy.

  That was why she'd hidden herself away all these years. Why she didn't date. Why she hated men and resisted her attraction to him.

  They'd scarred her and made her hate herself, and she'd turned to food for comfort while shielding herself from the outside world.

  He wanted to kill them for what they'd done. Again, the urge surfaced to hunt them down and make them beg for the mercy and compassion they'd failed to give her. They would not find him so forgiving.

  Merde, she drove him to a madness he could scarce believe. The intensity of his response alarmed him.

  He had to force his heart to calm its galloping, force his hands to remain tender at her back, when all they wanted to do was tighten into fists to strike down those who'd hurt her.

  "Shh,” he soothed, rubbing her back as he calmed her and himself. “I'm sorry, so sorry...."

  "It's ... it's not your ... fault,” she said haltingly, sniffling as she tightened her arms around his chest. The shudders wracking her had eased to the smallest tremor.

  "I know it's not, chere,” he said, brushing kisses over the top of her head. He almost imagined he could taste the berry scent
in her strawberry locks. “I'm sorry for your pain."

  She pulled away from him, rubbing her eyes and the wetness from her cheeks. “Don't be. I'm over it. I was over it a long time ago. It was just some stupid high school prank. I don't even know why I cried about it. It must be that time of the month."

  He regarded her a long moment while she composed herself. “You're not.” He stroked a forefinger down the hollow of one cheek. “It's not always like that. Some men can be trusted."

  "I haven't found one yet,” she said, looking away. She got up and moved to the fire, stoking it with the poker.

  He stood and came up behind her as she straightened, hugging her from behind. She shivered in his embrace, rubbing her hands on her arms for warmth.

  Slowly, he brushed her gilded locks away from her neck, pressing his lips there in a tender kiss. She stiffened, her breathing quickening.

  "Don't pull away from me,” he breathed into her ear, smoothing her chill bumps away from her arms to close his hands around her wrists.

  "No one wants me. You don't. It's all a mistake,” she said, her voice breaking.

  "I want you, Maggie. More than I should ever want a woman. I don't deserve you. I never did."

  She turned slightly in his arms, craning her head, looking up at him with doubt, with hope. He held her gaze one heart stopping moment, letting her see the truth in his eyes, then he brought his lips down on hers.

  How could he say something like that? He was so beautiful, he made her hurt just to look at him. But something in his eyes spoke to her, more than his words did.

  Maggie gasped as his warm lips closed over hers in a kiss as hungry as his eyes. His tongue pushed past her lips, sweeping into her mouth voraciously, igniting instant, painful need deep in her womb. He freed one wrist, cupping the corner of her jaw as if afraid she would escape him.

  She could no more leave him now, deny herself this kiss, than she could cease breathing.

  She turned, pressing her chest against his, molding herself to him to soak in his heat. Warmth radiated from the flames at her back, but the man holding her heated her more, deep inside.

  He was ravenous, holding the back of her neck, forcing her to bend her head to accept his kiss deeper, more intimately than she'd ever thought possible.

  His tongue surged inside her mouth, carrying with it the taste of him, hot and sweet and unbelievably enticing. His hunger threatened to consume her. She groaned against his lips as his tongue tangled erotically with hers.

  Her heart quickened its pace. She couldn't drag enough air inside her lungs, had to fight to keep the oxygen flowing inside her. She felt faint, wanted to run from her reaction to him. But she couldn't break their desperate connection, and his gentle touch masked a strength that wouldn't allow it regardless.

  A rush of excitement surged through her, hot, filled with anticipation that made her sex ache with it. She moaned as his wandering hands found her ass and cupped her cheeks to crush her against him. Her pussy clenched on a hard spasm of desire. Her breasts throbbed at the pressure of his chest, making her nipples harden to painfully swollen peaks. The line of her stomach, molded to his, jerked with each ragged breath, forcing her breasts to rub against his chest and increase the sensuous ache there.

  He massaged her ass cheeks, bringing her hard against his groin until the thick erection trapped inside his pants rubbed against her mound with a sensual promise that turned her knees to water.

  She locked her hands around him, clutching his silk clad back as if she would fall without support. The corded strength of his muscles made her feel weak, needy in some incomprehensible way.

  His lips caressed hers, tasting, savoring, like he couldn't taste her enough. His excitement drove her own to new heights, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it like a succulent treat.

  She whimpered in the back of her throat, dragging her nails up and down his back, rubbing her mound against the ridge of his cock to ease the ache there. It hurt, like an itch needing to be scratched.

  He tore his mouth away, trailing brokenly along her jaw. “You taste so good, Maggie,” he said roughly against her neck, sucking and leaving cooling wet aches in his wake. “I can't taste enough of you to appease my hunger."

  He worked a wet, burning swath up to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.

  Chills slipped down her spine, making her skin tingle with awareness. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands into her panties to stroke the bare skin of her ass as his tongue danced in her ear.

  "Oh,” she gasped on a faint moan. She'd thought she burned before, but the feel of those hard, callused palms caressing skin that had never so much as seen daylight sent her senses reeling.

  Her cunt sizzled with hungry need, demanding his touch, his hands all over her, inside her. He burned away her shyness, leaving her wanting, needy for more.

  Maggie dipped her head back, biting her bottom lip as he kissed the front of her neck, working a knee between her thighs until it rubbed intimately against her cleft.

  The movement spread her, leaving her labia sensitively vulnerable to the hard ridge of his thigh.

  She moaned as he sucked a spot at the cords of her neck, cupping her bottom possessively to bring her up hard on his leg. It rasped painfully good against her swollen clit, notching up the need for relief. Her cunt clenched on her desire, wetting her lips in preparation for their joining.

  She wanted him so badly. The desperate compulsion to feel him inside her burned her, turned her feverishly hot.

  Recklessly, she pulled at his shirt, anxious to feel his skin against hers so that she could burn the fever out of her system.

  Sensing her urgency, he stepped back, releasing her bottom only to rip her shirt up over her head. The loss of connection lasted only a second, and then she was working his buttons, her fingers clumsy in the dimness and with her own desperation.

  He chuckled and pushed her hands away, peeling off his shirt as she opened his fly and let his pants fall down his legs. His erection fell into her hands, hot, the thick veins almost seeming to throb to the frantic beat of her heart. It was huge, weighty, and seeing it, feeling it in her hand made her pussy weep anew with a plea to have him inside her.

  A sense of ultimate femininity assailed her, leaving her weak in its aftermath. She wanted him stretching her sensitive muscles, deep inside. She wanted him to pound into her, hurt her, anything to take the emptiness away.

  "I need your cock inside me,” she whispered, cupping his cock in a taut, torturous grip. He closed his eyes a moment, throwing his head back as she boldly pulled him and rubbed her thumb over the head and collected the bead of pre-cum moisture nestled there.

  He groaned, a deep, masculine sound that reverberated in his chest with dark passion. Maggie gave his shaft a pull, enjoying her power over him and the barely restrained strength of his passion. She sensed a wildness hovering beneath the surface, a wildness she'd called.

  It thrilled her to have him so on edge. The danger excited her implicitly. She didn't feel like herself. This woman was alien, too bold and hungry. But she liked it. “Could you give me everything I need,” she said, pumping his dick, moving until the head rasped against her mound.

  He opened his eyes, dark, blazing with passion. “I will take you in ways you never dreamed possible."

  He didn't give her a chance to escape, not that she would run, but his sensually dark smile made a thrill of warning rush down her spine. Without a word, he pushed her hand away and trapped her in his arms, scooping her off the floor. He carried her to the bed, settling her down before covering her with his body.

  His arms locked as he hovered above her, his hair falling around his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with carnal light. “I thirst for you as I've never thirsted for anyone.” He lowered himself until his lips were inches from hers. “Your kiss cannot slake it,” he growled with carnal threat.

  Maggie whimpered as he descended roughly, crushing her into the mattress as he
kissed her. Her nipples brushed his chest, growing engorged and sensitive. If she didn't feel his mouth there she would die. If he stopped kissing her, she would die.

  Maggie kissed him desperately, sucking his tongue with her own ravenous appetite. He shifted onto one elbow, fingers stroking over her skin, down the side of one breast, making her want to scream at the achy need he invoked there.

  She groaned into his mouth, capturing his hand and placing it on her breast.

  He grinned against her lips, nibbling her teasingly as he plucked her nipple.

  She jerked in his arms, thrusting her breasts against him. His lips moved from her mouth down her chin.

  “Danior, you're killing me,” she breathed.

  "Fair treatment for your torments on me,” he whispered before laving a path down the center of her chest.

  "Oh god,” she said, almost screaming as his lips closed over one nipple and it disappeared into the hot depths of his mouth. He sucked it deeply, his tongue flaying it, flicking it into agonizing awareness.

  She almost came right then, her pussy spasming in near ecstasy, making her so wet her thighs felt slick from her desire. She rubbed her legs together, as if that would ease her somehow. She clutched the back of his head, trapping his mouth to her breast, gasping breathlessly as pleasure swirled from the tip through her nerves.

  He pushed her panties off with one hand, shifting over her as he freed her from that last constraint. And then his hand was down there, whispering over the hair covering her mound even as he toyed with her nipples, teasing the buds with his tongue and the dangerous scrape of his teeth.

  Her heart leapt in her throat. Fear and desire mixed potently, making her drunk with arousal. He cupped her, dipping his fingers into her cleft to graze her begging clit. Maggie moaned, jerking against him, spreading her legs without conscious volition.

  "You are so slick,” he said roughly, breathing hotly against her chest as his fingers parted her folds.

  The juices of her cunt seemed to gather at his words. Her clit throbbed with need. He circled it, spreading her cream, edging that spot she so desperately needed him to touch. She would scream if he did not. Scream now. Scream as his circle tightened, coming so close. She didn't, couldn't get the breath to expel from her lungs. She jerked her hips, trying to drive herself against his hand, but he moved, spreading his palm over her mound to keep her still.