TWISTED DESIRES

CHAPTER FOUR

CELESTE

The kiss was forceful, but his lips were surprisingly soft, and for some reason, his hard body against mine, his strong hands in my hair, and his grasp on my wrist felt good. My knees were getting weak, and my head was starting to spin.

I gathered up all the strength I had and pushed him away. "No, I can't. Bane, we can't do this."

"Why? Haven't you thought about me? I've thought about you." He smirked, pinning me against the wall.

"It's not appropriate."

He raised an eyebrow, "no one will know. Think of it as a favor for a favor. You need to live a little, little dove."

"Please," I whispered. "I don't want to do this." I didn't want to beg, but I had to.

"Are you sure you don't want this?" he brushed his lips over mine. His touch was enough to make me go weak in his arms. "Because your body is telling me otherwise."

He was enjoying this, and for some twisted reason, I was too. Being in his strong arms made me realize the lust I had for him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man in my entire life.

What was I thinking? I was his therapist, not a toy for him to play with. Despite the growing need for him, I didn't want to sleep with him. He was a criminal, and he was about to destroy my career. I tried to free myself, pushing against his chest roughly. But he wouldn't move, not even an inch. He wanted to show me he was in charge.

"I'll call the guards," I threatened.

He stared at me for a second before laughing. "They won't do shit. I run this prison, and I run them. They listen to me."

I rolled my eyes, "you're lying."

He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to look at him. "Try it. I dare you. Go ahead and call out to them. Once you do, just know, I'm going to fuck you while they watch."

He did not look playful anymore. He looked dangerous. And I realized I made a mistake threatening him. He was a man to be feared, and I saw why. He grabbed my hair again, forcing my lips on his. I tried to fight to escape him, but it was impossible. He maneuvered me towards the small sofa and shoved me down. His force knocked the wind out of my lungs, and for a few seconds, I sat there trying to catch my breath. That was when panic struck me, and I tried to get away, but he pushed me back down. He was on top of me now, forcing me to lay back. The street lamp near my window illuminated his face.

He looked calm. It was like my attempt to escape was boring him. Without putting in any effort, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I was wiggling beneath him, trying to kick him, but my attempts were laughable. He spread my legs open using his knee. My struggle was not working in my favor. All it managed to do was rub me against him. My dress had risen to my waist, and I could feel how hard he was against the thin fabric of my lace panties. I froze, his cock was huge.

"Bane," I whispered, trying to sound stern.

"Little dove, it's been a while since I've fucked.

I hope you make this worth it for me." He reached down, and his fingers stroked me, finding the wetness that had gathered there. I tried to get away from him, but it was no use. Shame and arousal flushed through me as he touched me, his fingers exploring me with ease. When he pressed gentle circles to my clit, I shuddered.

With that, he ripped my underwear as if it were nothing, leaving me exposed and spread open. I looked down to see him undoing his pants, and I realized that there was no way out of this anymore. He didn't even bother to take off the rest of his clothes. He planned on fucking me, still wearing his prison uniform.

"C-condom. You need one." I managed to say.

He slid the head of his cock up and down my pussy, making me squirm. He tapped my clit a few times with the head of his cock, and started to push forward and enter me inch by agonizing inch. There was a flash of pain as he broke through any resistance. I felt myself stretching, and every time I thought he must be all the way in, he continued to push.

"I can't," I sobbed, "It's too much."

He kept pushing without mercy. When his thick head slipped into me, the stretching pain made me scream. I felt like I was being ripped open.

"You were made for me," he said with a hoarse voice, and it sounded like an order. His eyes were pits of darkness, and that made me tremble.

"Bane! No," I cried.

"Poor little dove," he mocked as he continued to thrust in and out of me. "I hope you're not tapping out yet. I haven't gotten in yet."

He placed my hand on his cock, forcing me to grip it. It was hard and thick. I could feel it pulsing, and that distracted me as he continued to work his way into me. I squeezed him, unaware of the pleasure it would bring him. He let out a deep groan of pleasure, sinking deeper into me. I couldn't stop him as he continued forcing my body to accommodate him. All I could do was try to take it.

"You're so tight." His voice was thick with arousal, and his breath against my skin made me shiver. "Relax."

He rammed into me with no warning. I screamed against his shoulder as his heavy balls slapped against me. He held still, finally giving me time to adjust to his size. I was so full, and he was so painfully deep in me. Ignoring the pain, I started to grind against him while pulling him into a heated kiss. I had to do something to distract myself, and this was working. Moving against him hurt, but somehow, it felt good, so I tried it again. I rolled my hips again, and again, and again. As the pain slowly subsided, I started to moan.

He chuckled, "That's more like it."

"More," I breathed against his mouth. I lifted my leg slowly and hooked it around his waist. The fabric of his uniform scraped against my inner thigh, adding to my pleasure.

He was hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn't know existed. His cock was so thick, I could feel it's every vein. I was also aware that we were not using protection and that with every thrust, he was filling me with his precum, rubbing it into my womb. Call me crazy, but my body loved it. My walls squeezed him as if they were trying to milk him dry. I was a moaning mess beneath him as I moved to meet his every thrust. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him, pulling him deeper and deeper again and again. Until I finally came in an earth-shattering orgasm. He held still inside of me while I came undone.

"Scream my name."

"BANE, oh yessss." I arched my back, allowing my eyes to roll back.

I kissed him softly and smiled. He hadn't cum yet, and I didn't want to leave him without a release. I started to grind against him again. He met me with strokes that were rougher, faster, and more desperate. To my surprise, my desire began to build up again. How was that possible? I thought I would be tired after my last orgasm, but something about him just made me want to keep going. I pressed my forehead against his, and I could hear his breathing becoming more strained. It was such an intimate position. I felt like I was losing myself in him, even though the rational part of my brain was aware that these feelings were just lust.

"Please...," I moaned, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to continue.

"Please what, little Dove?" he whispered.

"Don't cum in me."

"Take the morning-after pill if you're not on birth control."

I moaned and arched my back as he pushed himself deep inside of me. I could feel him hitting my cervix repeatedly before finally spilling his cum inside me.

"No," I gasped.

"Fuck," he groaned.

When the waves of our shared orgasm had calmed down, I loosened my grip on him, and he collapsed on top of me.