But he had his hands on me. Cobra, who touched no one and allowed no soul to touchhim.His skin was hot against mine, his palm like a brand as it moved to my breast, squeezing like it belonged to him, likeIbelonged to him. The heat rekindled inside me, and I throbbed around the thickness of his cock, my back arching when he squeezed my nipple, overwhelming my system with a mix of pleasure and pain. A deep grunt soundedwhen he pulled on my nipple, and it surprised me to realiseI’dmade that sound.
“Fight me,” he rasped, barely above a whisper, some of the darkness in his eyes bleeding into the command.
Nerves rippled through my belly, but it was a challenge, and I’d never once turned down a challenge. I arched my back again, bucked my hips, but all that did was slide him home, all the way inside me, and my eyes rolled back. I was there, right on the edge, a bright rush of feeling in my chest. Adrenaline but sweeter, exhilaration and unease merging into a kind of high I’d never felt before.
Darkness poured into my mind, and I saw the barn, felt foreign, unwanted hands on my body, fat fingers in my hair dragging my mouth up for their use, but I was too close to release for the memories to do anything but slow its approach.
My nipple pulsed, abused by Cobra’s fingers, and that grounded me enough that I felt the orgasm build, hot and powerful and as charged as an explosive. And then all at once, he stopped moving, and the pleasure cut off.
An ungodly, animal growl poured from me, my pleasure ripped away.
“Eyes the fuck on me.Now,asshole.”
If my hands hadn’t been bound, I would have grabbed the knife and held it to his throat until he moved inside me, until he fucked me over that edge into oblivion. My hips rolled of their own accord, but the friction wasn’t enough. I focused my eyes on him for a second, then glanced at the knife.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, my body straining against the ropes, frantic to take control of my own pleasure. I remembered his command to fight him and happily obliged, tightening my thighs around his hips, trying to buck him off.
A low, dangerous sound rattled in his throat, almost an alpha sound, and my heart skipped, but then he pinned me tothe bed with a hand at my throat, his other grasping my hip as he resumed driving into me. The pace was sinful and cruel and I was in danger of my eyes rolling again as he lit up every pleasurable spot inside me.
He loved the way I fought him, craved it, thrived on it, but I saw the real darkness come to life inside him when he pinned me down and made me take everything he had to give. His hands would leave bruises. His cock would leave soreness I’d feel for days. His eyes would scorch the sensation of his stare on my soul forever. I fought to keep my eyes on his as I climbed higher again, a violent tremble beginning in my legs, spreading to the rest of me.
If he stopped now, I’d find a way to free myself and get that knife.
“Please,” I begged in desperation, so close to the edge that my pussy fought to keep him inside and I could hardly breathe.
His hand left my hip, splayed across the curve of my mound, and a single firm brush of his thumb to my clit was enough to combust me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and I didn’t care that they’d fallen shut because nothing could take this pleasure from me now. It spiked even higher when Cobra groaned, the ruthless grip of my inner muscles dragging him over the edge with me.
His body covered mine, his hands sinking into my hair, gripping tight enough that my hips jerked at the extra sensation. Little ripples of euphoria made my head float at the same time my body sank, weightless, boneless. I felt powerful. Dangerous in my own right. The darkness tried to drown me, the memories tried to steal this from me, but not only did I battle through them, I came so hard I saw stars.
I fuckingwon.
Cobra’s teeth scraped over my throat before he placed a kiss on my lazy pulse, and for a long moment we stayed connectedlike that. I didn’t even care that my arms were aching from being bound to the headboard, or that the darkness kept trying to rise, to cover my head until I drowned.
“You held back,” I accused when my heartbeat had settled, my brain drifting back.
His reply was a grunt, but I took it as confirmation.
“Why?”
“Didn’t wanna fuck you up too badly,” he mumbled, his face pressed to my shoulder, warm breaths skating over my skin. Cobra hated touch. I suspected that was why he needed me tied up; so he had total control over me, yes, but also so I couldn’t put my hands on him. He found physical contact utterly repulsive and yet here he was, all my skin against all of his, acting like this was normal. Stranger, he was acting like he enjoyed it.
“I told you I can take it, and I meant it.” My arms were starting to ache; I adjusted them with a wince. “You won’t scare me off. I trust you.”
His immediate laugh was… insulting. A knot formed in my stomach, anger building in my chest.
“It’s not a fucking joke,” I snapped. “Untie me so I can stab you.”
He snorted, like I was just playing, but the knot in my stomach only grew.
“Alright, alright,” he huffed, completely at ease as he sat up and unfastened my hands. I waited until he unwound the knots at my ankles to drive my fist into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a nice big bruise.
“My trust is not a fucking joke,” I snarled, throwing myself off the bed and grabbing my bag. I dragged a shirt—his—angrily over my head. I’d sleep in my own damn room for once. I didn’t need this asshole to sleep through the night; I’d befine.
I bared my teeth when Cobra reached for me, ignoring the way muscles flexed in his arms, ink shifting over his body. I ignored the confusion in his venomous eyes.
“Lynn, I didn’t mean anything by it. Not about you, anyway.”
I eyed the knife as I rounded the bed, willing to stab him just to purge this awful, crushing pressure in my chest. I’d never experienced this before, never known sex could make me vulnerable. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. I let him tie me up and hate-fuck me, fought back my darkness just to stay in the moment, and hedaredto laughat the trust I placed in him?
