NOVPUBRoss stepped closer.
"I'm just giving him what he deserves."
Colleen shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "That's not true—he didn't—he wouldn't—"
Ross cut her off with a harsh laugh.
"Save it," he said. "You think I don't know everything? I know what he said to her. I know what he wanted. But I'm not like him. I don't fail."
His eyes dropped to her lips.
"I win."
And then, before she could react, he grabbed her and kissed her.
It wasn't tender. It wasn't gentle. It was punishing—wild, feral, filled with dominance and possession. His mouth crashed against hers with brutal force, and Colleen gasped, stunned by the sheer intensity of it. His hands gripped her arms, pulling her close, locking her in place.
She tried to push him away, tried to twist free—but there was no escape. Her body tensed, frozen in place by fear and confusion and something else—something darker, twisting low in her belly that she didn't want to name.
Her eyes flicked to Thomas, who stared back in helpless rage, unable to move, unable to stop any of it.
And as Ross kissed her—devoured her—Colleen felt a sick twist in her gut, a hollow dread coiling in the pit of her stomach. She had known this moment was inevitable, ever since Ross first set his eyes on her.
But knowing didn't make it easier to bear. Her mind screamed for her to fight back, to push him away, to do something—anything—but her limbs remained frozen beneath the crushing weight of his desire.
His lips were hot and relentless, crashing into hers with a hunger that left no room for protest. She tasted him—tasted something primal and cruel.
His hands roamed her body like he owned it, like it was merely the next piece in his growing collection.
"Mmm…" Ross growled into her mouth, ravenous, his kiss devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.
He kissed her like she was the last woman on earth—like her lips alone could satisfy the black hunger in his soul. But she knew better. He would never be satisfied. Not really.
Then she felt it.
Something thick and hard pressed against her belly—hot, slick, and throbbing. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't have to look to know what it was.
Ross's cock. Still stiff. Still massive. Still drenched in the sticky sheen of Brenda's juices. The thought made her stomach churn, but her body betrayed her with a trembling shiver.
He hadn't even entered her, yet she felt as though he'd already started claiming her—marking her as his.
But he didn't take her right away. No—Ross was a man who savored his victories. He lingered, letting his hips grind against her, letting the head of his shaft drag across her skin, across her clit.
It sent tremors through her body that she didn't want to feel.
"Stop… please…" she whispered, barely recognizing her own voice. It sounded soft, breathy—more like a moan than a plea. Her cheeks burned with shame.
Ross ignored her words entirely, lowering his head to her chest. He took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking deeply on her pink nipple.
His tongue was hot, circling and teasing, before switching to the other. He worshipped her body like it belonged to him—like she'd been made for this.
Colleen turned her face away, tears prickling in her eyes. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to scream and claw and push him off.
But all she could do was feel—every brush of his lips, every shift of his hips, every throb of his cock as it rubbed against her aching center.
"Nooooooo!" Thomas screamed silently, frozen in place, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could only watch, powerless, as Ross moved with maddening control.
It was unbearable—the sight of his girlfriend beneath another man, flushed and gasping, unable to resist.
Ross didn't rush. He was deliberate, tormenting her with slow, precise movements.
He dragged the tip of his cock up and down her slit, letting it press against her clit again and again, until her body began reacting without her consent.
Her thighs trembled. Her breaths grew shallower. Her resistance weakened.
"Ahhh…"
"Please…"
"Stop…" she whimpered again, but the words rang hollow, empty of conviction. Her body betrayed her over and over, her voice trembling with each forbidden sensation. She hated how it felt—hated how he made her feel.
And Ross knew. He could feel the way her body responded, the way she squirmed beneath him, even as she begged him to stop. His smirk deepened, lips brushing against her ear.
"You're already mine," he whispered. "You just haven't admitted it yet."
"No... I don't…" Colleen's voice trembled, almost lost beneath the sound of her own heartbeat hammering in her ears.
She tried to form words, tried to push back, but the terror choking her throat made it impossible.
Her legs quivered beneath Ross's weight as he positioned himself, the thick, heavy head of his cock resting right at her entrance.
She could feel the heat of him—unrelenting and real. Her body was slick, traitorously wet, but no amount of moisture could hide the truth.
Her folds were still virginal, tender and too tight to grant him easy entry. The resistance was immediate and clear, and though Ross met it with pressure, he didn't force his way in—yet.
He paused.
But it wasn't mercy.
It was control.
Ross was savoring it.
The way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched with every second that passed—it was all fuel for the fire in his dark, predatory gaze. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck.
"Tell me, Colleen…" he murmured, voice slow and deliberate. "How many cocks have fucked this sweet, tight little pussy of yours?" Ross was playing with his food and he knew it also but he did not care.
He had absolute control of the situation. Even if the heavens should fall right here right now, he had the confidence to shoulder it easily.
So Ross really had the capital to run his mouth off.
