“Cipher,” I gasp, the word a curse, a plea, and a damn confession all rolled into one man’s name.
He pulls back. His lips are wet with my juices and his green eyes burning. “What do you want, Harlow? Tell me.”
I shake my head, stubborn to the end. “Not a chance in hell.”
He grins, wicked as sin, and slides two fingers deep inside me. My whole body jolts.
I raise my hips and immediately counter my words. I can’t control my body.
His dark chuckle sends a wash of chills through me. He’s the devil I can’t refuse and the son-of-a-bitch knows it.
“Your body knows the truth, even if your pretty mouth can’t say it.” He moves up my body and presses his weight over the top of me. My eyes flutter closed and for a couple of seconds I letmyself dream of this being real. He leans in close and presses his lips to the shell of my ear. “You’re mine, hellcat. Always were.” His breath is hot against my ear.
Tears sting my eyes. Not from pain, not even close. He’s not hurting me in the slightest. Not physically anyway. My heart is a totally different subject, though.
I fight against the tears, but the shame of wanting him so badly scares me and it’s hard to keep them from falling into the desire to give in to his demands. If I beg him now, it’ll be the end of every last defense I ever built to survive the hurt he left me with.
But he’s relentless. I pant, my skin tingling as the heat he stirs to life inside me swirls into life.
He moves back down my body and returns to torturing my pussy with his hungry mouth.
His tongue, his fingers, his words—all of him, everywhere. He murmurs sweet words to himself as he licks my seam.
He shoulders me open and sucks my clit between his warm lips, causing me to release a soul-deep scream into my dimly lit bedroom.
“Do you want to come for me, my beautiful cherry blossom?”
He spreads my folds and licks me deeper. He pushes a finger into my greedy channel and finger fucks me hard and fast.
“You’re fucking irresistible.”
I rock my hips and rub my pussy against his greedy lips.
He takes me to the edge and then eases off. And then takes me right back to the edge of my climax only to ease off. My heart is dangerously close to giving out.
He dives back in, licking and sucking me with so much hunger I’m right back at the cusp of giving him all of me…and then the rat bastard pulls back, leaving me writhing, desperate, helpless.
I’m panting, blood roaring through my body and my skin on fire. My head comes off the bed and I shoot daggers at the man when he moves off the bed. His veined length hangs heavy between his muscled thighs.
“No. No! Get back here, you bastard, you can’t?—”
He wipes his mouth, leaving behind a smirk. “I have all night to get what I want. By morning, I’ll have the truth. And you? You can curse me or come for me, but you’re not leaving this bed until I say so.” His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it. Jerking slowly, causing precum to drip from the swollen head, trickling over his fingers.
I whimper to feel those fingers on me and for another taste of him. Rage and lust and humiliation all battle in my chest, tangled up so tight I can barely breathe.
“So you’re gonna walk off now, just like you did on our wedding day?” I spit the words out before I can stop myself, and I know I hit the mark by the way he freezes.
He goes utterly and painfully still. His jaw works and there’s a shadow in his eyes. I want to take the words back the second they tumble out of my mouth, and yet I wish I could say them all over again, only harder. He deserves to feel the same pain he left me with.
He whispers, “I deserved that.” For a second, he looks wrecked. “But say what you want, beautiful. I’m here now. I’m not leaving you again.”
“What do you want?” I breathe out in frustration.
“What do you know about the Vultures MC, Veles Antonov and Euphoria? I want to know everything.”
My brows pull together with worried curiosity. “Why?” I ask hesitantly.
His expression turns tight. Shadows play over his face. A dark stubble darkens his jawline giving him a dangerous aura.
