Ruthless

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"Edward, stop!" I pleaded, my hands pushing against his chest with as much strength as I could muster trying to get him off.

Edward was ignoring me, completely driven by his own desires and unaware of how dangerously close he was to cumming inside me, something I couldn't let allow. We'd always used protection, but after several rounds, we'd run out of condoms.

I had voiced my concern about going unprotected, and Edward promised he would pull out, and he had done it two previous times.

I could feel him nearing the edge, however, his thrusts becoming more intense, harder and deeper. The last two times, his pace had slowed down when he was close to a climax.

Growing frustrated by my resistance, Edward's hand clamped around both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. It was the right choice to resist him. It only fueled his aggressive side and now his hips drove into me with a force that bordered on violence.

I was losing control. The relentless rhythm of his body made it impossible to think clearly.

Desperate, I tried to shift, to pull myself free from him.

I tried to crawl backward, to somehow pull myself away from him.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice a growl. I froze instantly, my body obeying without thought.

"Spread your legs."

It was only then I realized I had been clenching my thighs together. He was still buried inside me, so obviously my legs weren't fully closed, but surely it must've been uncomfortable for him.

"Get off me," I tried to sound serious, but how it sounded is something I cannot comment on.

Edward's hand was around my throat in an instant, squeezing before I even had time to register what was happening.

My breath hitched, panic rising as his grip tightened. My body froze in terror, and my legs fell open involuntarily, giving him full access. But even then, his hand didn't loosen. His fingers dug into my neck as he continued pounding into me, each thrust bringing him closer to release.

"E-d.." I let out a weak attempt to speak.

I tried to claw at his hand, but my wrists were pinned, and no sound would come from my throat. I wanted to beg, to plead, but all I could do was gasp for air, feeling as if I was on the edge of suffocation.

A terrifying thought flickered in my mind—was this his plan? To kill me. Maybe he had taken money from my brother to erase me from existence for good this time.

Tears stung my eyes, sliding down my cheeks and vanishing into my hair as I fought for air.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his grip on my neck loosened. He released my wrists, and I gasped desperately, lungs burning as I dragged in deep breaths. Edward reached down, brushing the sweat-soaked hair from my face as though everything was normal, and he just didn't almost choke me to death.

Moments later, I felt him release inside me, his weight collapsing on top of mine. He was heavy, crushing almost, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him to move. After everything, I didn't have both the strength and courage to ask him to move.

Edward began peppering kisses along my neck and collarbone. How dare he act tender after what he had done. The rage inside me flared. How could he act like this—so tender, so loving—after nearly choking me? I wanted nothing more than to slap him, to tear at Edward's lips and make him bleed.

We lay in silence for a few moments before Edward finally rolled off me. The cool air wrapped around me at the sudden loss of contact, and I shivered involuntarily.