009

ARI’s POV

The third button came undone with a quiet pop, and Cross's eyes gleamed with victory. He was relentless, his fingers moving to the next, and the next, until my shirt hung open, revealing my bra. His gaze traveled over me, lingering on the swells of my breasts, and I felt a flush spread across my skin. He was enjoying this, savoring every moment of my discomfort.

When he reached for the zipper of my jeans, I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back a whimper. He was going too far. But as much as I wanted to fight him, his weight was suffocating, and my body was frozen with fear. He unzipped my pants, his knuckles brushing against my stomach, and slid his hand inside. My eyes widened as I felt his warmth against my skin.

He chuckled darkly when he found that my panties were already wet. "You're so easy to read," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He inserted one finger, just the tip, into my wet pussy.

I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock and embarrassment. "You can't do this," I managed to say, though my voice was barely more than a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "Oh, but I am," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise of what was to come. "And from the looks of it, your body seems quite eager."

With a wicked smile, Cross slid another finger into me, stretching me slightly. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every bit of resistance my body gave him. He watched my face, his eyes dark with desire, as he began to move his fingers in and out of my wetness. My hips jerked upwards, betraying me despite my mental protests. It was a twisted game, one of fear and unwanted arousal that had me trapped in a prison of my own making.

He pulled his hand away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving me gasping for air. Before I could say anything, he had hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and panties, yanking them down roughly. I felt the coolness of the room hit my exposed flesh, and I shivered. He didn't bother to remove them completely, leaving them tangled around my ankles, effectively trapping me on the bed.

With a wicked grin, Cross spread my legs apart, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of me, laid bare before him. His hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin, and I felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. He leaned in, his breath hot and humid on my sensitive folds. I tensed, my heart hammering in my chest as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate line along my slit.

He took his time, savoring every inch of my trembling flesh. His tongue was firm yet gentle as he explored my most intimate areas, the sensation making me squirm beneath his touch. I felt my cheeks heat with a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure as he parted my labia with his mouth, his tongue delving deeper into my warmth. He licked and lapped, his movements becoming more insistent as my body responded despite my mental protests.

Cross's hands were like steel bands around my thighs, holding me in place as he pleasured me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I could feel the roughness of his stubble against my skin as he buried his face between my legs, his breaths coming in short, hungry gasps. His tongue swirled around my clit, flicking and teasing it until I couldn't help but arch my back, my nails digging into the bed sheets. The feeling was overwhelming, a maelstrom of sensation that I didn't know whether to crave or despise.

As his tongue danced across my sensitive flesh, I felt the pressure building, the heat inside me growing until it was a raging inferno. His fingers curled around my thighs, holding me open for his feast, and I knew I was powerless to stop him. He was playing my body like an instrument, each stroke and lick a deliberate note that sent shockwaves through my core. My breath hitched as he slid a finger inside me, curling it in a way that had me gasping.

The fabric of my jeans and panties were torn away from my ankles, the sound of the material ripping echoing through the room. He spread my legs wider, his gaze never leaving mine as he bent his head once more to my exposed pussy. His tongue darted out, tracing the slick path he had created before delving deep into my folds. He tasted me, explored me, as if he owned every part of me.

Cross's touch was masterful, his tongue flicking and swirling around my clit with a precision that had me biting my lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. His hands, meanwhile, moved to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling the sensitive peaks. He pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers, the pressure building with each twist, until I couldn’t help but arch into his touch.

The sensation was unbearable, a delicious agony that had me writhing on the bed. His mouth moved from my clit to my inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh before returning to its previous target. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the engorged nub as his fingers slipped into my wetness, pumping in and out with a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart.

With every stroke, every lick, every suck, I felt the tension inside me coil tighter. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but my body had a mind of its own. It was a traitor, responding to his skilled touch despite my protests. His teeth grazed my sensitive skin, the slight pain sending a jolt of electricity through my body, making me moan despite my resolve to remain silent.

Suddenly, Cross pulled away, his mouth leaving my throbbing flesh feeling cold and abandoned. He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine, a dark smile playing on his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing my wetness across his stubble. The sight of it, of him standing over me, his eyes gleaming with triumph and hunger, had me panting with need.

I stared at him, my eyes wide and desperate. The hunger in my gaze was unmistakable, and he knew it. He knew how much he had affected me, how much he had made me crave him despite the fear. He was the predator, and I was his willing prey.