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are.”
    “You already said that.”
    “I said it to prove a point. There is no
denying you want me.”
    “No, I didn’t deny it.” She swallowed her
fear and squared her shoulders.
    “You’re curious.”
    “Just scientifically speaking.”
    Wrath grimaced at me, his large eyes narrowed
on me. “You can lie to yourself, but I know the truth. You want to
know what it’s like for a man like myself even if it’s only for the
sake of science.”
    “Yes,” Emma admitted.
    He was laying very still for her, as if he
was not dangerous at all. She was nervous, but not for the reasons
she should be. She should be scared, because he was dangerous, and
just as deadly. She was nervous because she wasn’t sure how he
would accept her as a woman.
    She set the collection cup next to him and
reached for his straining erection. His muscles bunched in his
shoulders and his veins popped in his arms. He was restraining
himself, keeping so still he looked like a statue.
    She touched his cock and he inhaled sharply.
She immediately glanced back to his face. The hard features were
studying her. She felt a connection to him even though he remained
silent while she gripped his sex, and stroked it. She was
emboldened by his groans of pleasure.
    He was warm and stiff in her hands. The feel
of his sex was amazing, soft and hard. She could barely cup her
hands around the base and he grew even more aroused with every
touch, every stroke. God, he was absurdly huge against her small
hands. How did he even fit inside a woman? He was too big to
breed.
    “That’s it,” he said in a husky voice.
    She couldn’t look at his eyes any longer, so
she looked back at his red sex, it was growing larger in her hands,
and so much bigger than any man she had ever been with. It was
erotically hypnotic. The way his cock lifted upward in her hands
and pressed against the resistance of her palms. What would it be
like to have him inside of her? Her pussy felt the same arousal he
did, growing moist and wet. Her heart was in her throat and she
felt this intense need enter her.
    The pressure was intense and it didn’t feel
real when she felt a butterfly touch slide beneath her underwear
and up against her clit. Oh shit. She looked down to see his hand
up her skirt. She was so dizzy. She shouldn’t want him, like that
but it felt good. She closed her eyes and pretended it wasn’t
happening. He wasn’t touching her like this, and she was still
being a good girl, but she really liked the way it felt to have him
touch her there.
    “You are wet for me, Emma.”
    She spread her legs further for his long
fingers to explore her wet pussy. She felt his touch and a gentle
pressure invade her moist entrance. She moaned as she felt his long
fingers curl inside. “Ohhh.”
    She hastened her pace, and her strokes
increased on his sex as he plunged those fingers inside of her.
“Fuck!”
    With a growl, he broke one chain. His hand
gripped her hard.
    “Shit! What are you doing?” She was in shock
and stopped touching him. She brought up her hand to her face.
    “No more games.”
    She was aroused, and wet and Wrath looked
like he wanted to kill something. So why did she want to throw
herself at him and wrap her legs around his waist and plunge her
pussy onto his cock, straddling him like some slut?
    “I want more,” he yelled. “More!”
    “Shit.” She backed up a step, trying to pull
from her grasp. “Stop, you’re hurting me.”
    The next chain broke around his other arm,
and he was suddenly freed and she was alone in his cell.
    The next moment he had her pressed up against
a wall, and she was under him, pinned beneath him. She couldn’t
move, couldn’t breathe.
    “I always wanted you Emma, every time you
come inside my cell, you tease me with your scent and your sweet
female body. Now, I’m going to have you.” He warned as he grabbed
her dress and yanked. It fell to tatters to the side. Her underwear
soon followed, and she couldn’t do anything to stop