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mine. His knee pressed between my thighs, forcing them apart.  
    Heat mingled with a cold panic inside me. My nails dug into his arms. I wanted to both push him away and hug him close, my hips lifting in an invitation. “What are you doing?”  
    He didn’t answer at first, choosing instead to suck at the flesh of my neck as he molded his hands around my breasts. Only once he drew out the first ragged moan from my throat did he respond. “Time to graduate, baby.”  
    “No, please…” He couldn’t -- I couldn’t. Had I really thought I was going to get out of this, that, if I just resisted him long enough, some S.W.A.T. team would miraculously drop in and rescue me?  
    “I’m going to fuck you, right now, knowing you’ll hate me for it. I’m going to kiss and lick and suck and tease until you beg for my cock and hate me all the more.” His hands wrapped around my skull, his lips hovering half an inch above my mouth. “And believe me, little dove, I’m going to enjoy making you come.”  
    Grabbing my wrists, Dino pinned my arms against the mattress. Lifting his ass, he used the fat tip of his cock as a wedge between my labia. He dragged the head along my clit as he doubled over to suck my nipple and areola into his mouth.  
    “I saw you go into the building, saw how you block the whole world out.” As he confessed, he angled his dick down, bringing the head to rest against the ring of muscle securing my cunt. “I was close enough to see the color of your eyes and smell your perfume, but you stared right past me.”  
    “Where were you?” I couldn’t imagine missing him, couldn’t imagine any woman walking past him and not noticing him.  
    He took a moment to answer, his lips and tongue occupied with the very tip of my nipple. “I was the dumb cholo at the mailboxes, baby.”  
    “You’re not dumb.” I closed my eyes, chastising myself for complimenting him. He had no right to my good opinion. He was my captor, holding me down on the bed--  
    Feeling the tentative push of his cock at my gate, I arched, moaning and parting my thighs a little wider. A roll of his hips forced just a fraction of the tip into me.  
    “You walk around telling yourself that if you don’t notice anyone, they won’t notice you. You’re wrong, baby. It gives a man plenty of time to look, to wonder what it would be like to press you up against the wall, pull your panties down…” His cock slid up, the head of the shaft soaked with my juices as he ran it over my clit. “I wanted to tie you up and fuck you before you ever walked through that apartment door.”  
    I closed my eyes, the need to cry filling them with unshed tears. He was lying, conning me when he didn’t need to. I wanted him in me, wanted his powerful cock and strong body to possess me.  
    “You don’t believe me, beautiful, even when you’ve had my cock hard for the last hour?” His incredulity sounded real, adding to my hurt and confusion.  
    Letting go of my wrists, he grabbed my hips, pushing me up as he slid down.  
    “Tell me you want me.”  
    I shook my head, my response invisible in the shadows that filled the room.  
    His tongue parted my lower lips, licked up and down my slit. I was drenched, swollen, feeling the slightest brush of his evening beard against my thighs, his callused hands on my hips. His tongue entered me long and thick. The penetration was followed by a slurping kiss of my cunt.  
    “Deny it all you want, I can taste it on you.” His movements suddenly rough, he flipped me onto my stomach. He rubbed my juices all along my pussy, up over my perineum and across the tight quiver of my ass. The pad of his thumb pressed at it as a triangle of his fingers sank deep into my sheath.  
    The tip of his thumb pushed into me. I cried out, jerking, my cunt tightening around his fingers. “Such a tight pussy, how’s my cock going to fit into it?”  
    Fuck, I wanted to find out, wanted to feel him stretching me. My