Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(108)

He pushed open the door and let me walk in first, then slammed it shut behind him. He began pacing around the room, cursing to himself, shoving off his shirt, and throwing it onto the floor.

For a brief moment I stood frozen, completely unsure of what to do. It felt like he’d gone. Spaced out in rage and didn’t even know I was in the room with him. Originally, I thought my walls were built high, but Parks had a mountain to overcome. Well, I was ready with my pickax to climb that damn thing.

“Wade, do you want to talk?”

His head snapped to mine. The green eyes I was so used to were too dark, utterly furious.

“Evelyn, I don’t want to talk, I just want to f*ck you.” Determinedly he marched towards me, smacked his lips into mine, and pushed me backwards until my back hit the bedroom wall with a thud. Wait. Shit. We couldn’t.

“Wade, my pill,” I spoke into his mouth because he wouldn’t let go.

“Fuck it. I need you. Don’t stop me or I’ll f*ck you even harder.”

Well I wanted to be f*cked harder, thank you very much. But I couldn’t. I knew his original self-controlled persona was drifting away because it had been replaced with anger. He wasn’t thinking straight. To be honest, I wish I wasn’t, either.


His tongue was plunging and twirling deep into my mouth, chasing my breath away. His lips were deliciously bruising mine, and his teeth pulling and nipping at my lips, making me whimper into his mouth.

“It’s too risky.” Panting, I tried my best to talk some sense into him, but he was gone. He gripped hold of the hem of my dress and ripped it off my body, then threw it to one side.

“Your body is mine. All f*cking mine. At least no one can take that away from me.” He hooked his fingers into my thong and pulled it from my pelvis, then he made quick work of undoing my bra and discarding it.

“Better,” he growled, pushing me back into the wall, his erection pinning me in place.

“Wade, we can’t —”

“Evelyn,” he growled my name. “If you carry on telling me ‘I can’t,’ I will f*cking gag you.” His hands left my arms, letting them fall to my sides, and he abruptly cupped my breasts and squeezed them. My nipples were already hard, and when he squeezed the tip of one and bit it, he had me crying out.

I pulled at his silky hair, my sex pounding to be touched. I wanted to beg him to f*ck me. I needed him to, but I was being sensible. Trying, anyway.

My urge took over, and my hand plunged to his cock, needing the feel of him, but he threw himself away from me, not letting me touch him.

“Don’t. I want to f*ck you. Own you. Not the other way around.”

My eyes narrowed. I was hurt and a lot confused. “Wade, what is wrong with you?”

“I need to be buried inside you. Fucking you and forgetting. Let me have that,” he almost yelled at me, looking a different man. He seemed so determined to forget his past and the haunting thoughts that drowned his mind that he couldn’t think straight. More than anyone, I knew he needed to be inside me to forget. Sex was something that was familiar, something he knew. Exactly the way I felt.

I turned my back on him, but he whirled me around by my hips and pressed his lips into my mouth so forcefully, we both fell down onto the bed. We were all licking and sucking and panting and kissing and more panting. His mouth left mine to give me a chance to breathe, nipping and skating across my jaw and down my throat. I moaned and writhed beneath him, feeling his cock pressing against my clit.

“Let me f*ck you. I beg you.”

My willpower was slipping away. A sensible state of mind was no more. Instead, I was taken under the spell of a man who could hypnotise me by touch alone.

“Okay.”

Immediately, he pushed himself into me. I was so moist that his erection slid in effortlessly.

“Oh, Wade.” I felt every hard inch of his cock. Every thickening vein.

“Jesus. You feel so f*cking good. You help me forget, Evelyn. You take me to your place. Let me stay there.” Parks began hammering into me at a frenetic speed, and my attempts to match his rhythm were shot to bits.

It wasn’t affectionate or loving. He didn’t watch my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head, drowning in lust. He didn’t watch my tits bounce. He didn’t talk dirty. He just f*cked my body. Not letting me touch him. Not allowing me to kiss him.

My legs fell wide open aside his hips as he held on to the sheets above my head. He was grunting, panting, and desperate for air as he f*cked me emotionlessly and relentlessly. Trying to bruise me, it would seem. Going as hard as his limits would allow.

“Wade. Fucking hell.” My body was being pushed up the bed. Sweat scattered over my skin and his.

“Anyone who is against us, Evelyn, is not welcome, understand?”

“Yes,” I wailed as an orgasm came without any sign of a buildup. The pleasure broke out and rippled through me, shaking and shattering my body to pieces.

Parks pulled out of me, caught my hip with his hand, and flipped me onto my stomach with skill and deep precision. He slapped my arse when it came into view and sank into me deep and hard.

“Arhh.” I buried my cries into the sheets, clawing at any part of the material I could get my hands on. He was forceful and abrupt, and I couldn’t deny it was almost pain overriding pleasure that time.

“Tell me how much you love my big f*cking cock, Evelyn.” His personality shifted so quickly, I couldn’t keep up. My state of mind was a combination of confusion, pleasure, pain, and falling beyond my limits.