Goosebumps raged a hot trail across my skin while his strong fingers slowly made their way up my abdomen to the underside of my breast. My breath hitched as I looked up, silently pleading with Devlin to stop this. I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know what was happening right now.
He gave me a mocking frown and sang, “You seem confused.”
Yes, I was confused. And hot and achy.
“Well, let me clue you in. You belong to me. Meaning…” His fingers clamped around my nipple, giving it a firm yank that ripped a pain-filled screech from me. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
I gritted my teeth against the pain and hissed, “Would Reese agree?”
I’m not sure why I said that. It was just a feeling I had.
“Reese isn’t as nice as you think he is.” Devlin snickered. “But I think you have other things to worry about right now.” He gave my nipple another hard twist and added, “I suggest you start doing what I say. Now move your fucking hands!”
It hurt. His rough touch hurt like hell, but I held back my whimper. I swallowed back my wince and glared with all the hatred I felt right back at him. That only seemed to spur him on.
Devlin’s lips curled in a sinister smirk as his finger dug into my flesh.
That did it.
I no longer cared about being discreet and swung my hands up to claw at his arm. Relief was my only concern. That was, until he dropped his arm and pushed his hand between my thighs.
Everything changed then. Devlin’s finger pressed down on my clit, and the ache throbbing in my breast turned into something else. A wave coursed through my veins in electric sparks that couldn’t be described as simple pain or pleasure.
It was more like a mix of the two. A weird combination that mixed in this perfect, euphoric buzz. I couldn’t stop the moan from coming out.
That’s when Devlin’s mood shifted.
“Fuck me,” he breathed out in a growl. “You like this.”
“No, I don’t,” I argued, despite the fact that my hips were begging to grind up against him.
Devlin released his hold on my neck and slid his hand over my chin to give my bottom lip a tug.
“Tell me,Bréagán, is it the pain that gets you off? Or knowing that there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me?”
Prick. I could stop him if I wanted to. Thought about biting his finger to prove that point when the tip darted in my mouth. But for some reason, I didn’t. Maybe it was the desire burning in his eyes that had me stunned. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like I was the only thing that could satiate the need burning a hole inside them.
He stepped in and bent down to graze his cheek against mine. “You’ll still fight me, though, won’t you?”
Damn right, I’d fight him.
I swung my arms out to do just that. But then he gave my clit a pinch, and I ended up digging my nails into his shoulders instead.
“Careful now,Bréagán, only good girls get what they need.”
Fuck him.
“Like you know what I need.” I didn’t even know what I needed.
Confidence oozed off Devlin’s smug grin. That should’ve been my first clue that I was outmatched. But I was dumb and thought I could beat him. I’d never been more wrong in my life. All it took for Devlin to show me the error of my ways was the one finger he promptly thrust inside me.
My knees threatened to give out as my inner walls clamped down on him. My orgasm was right there, creeping its way up my spine.
“Feel that?” he purred in my ear. “That’s your pussy telling me what you need.”
I’d never been more terrified in my life. Why was this happening? How could I be so turned on by someone like him? Devlin had never been nice to me. He didn’t whisper sweet things in my ear, or tenderly kiss my neck.
He’d never even offered to take me on a date, yet there I was, putty in his masterful hands. What would happen after he was done? Would he walk away, or finally follow through with his threat and kill me?
