Page 99 of Never Yours


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But her hips rise to meet mine.

Like her body’s been waiting its whole fucking life to be used like this.

Her wrists strain against the silk, her thighs try to close but I’m already too deep, too far gone, and I pin them wide with a growl in her ear.

“You’re going to take it, Tahlia. Every inch. Every thrust. Every filthy fucking word I feed you.”

Her breath shatters into fragments as I roll my hips again, slower this time—torturously slow—and watch her unravel beneath me.

“I hate you,” she breathes.

“I know,” I say, teeth dragging along the shell of her ear. “Hate me harder.”

I angle my hips, grind into that spot that makes her eyes roll back—and I stay there. Right there. Ruthless. Unrelenting.

Until she’s panting, gasping, desperate.

But still I don’t let her fall.

Instead, I pull out.

She sobs.

Not a dramatic sound—just the quiet, raw, real kind. The sound of a woman who’s being taken apart with precision. A sound that makes me press a kiss to her throat and whisper the final blow:

“You cum now, and I won’t touch you for a week. Do you understand?”

She shakes. Trembles.

Her body is soaked and pulsing and begging—but her voice is hoarse when she replies, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” I whisper. And I don’t even give her the satisfaction of more. Not yet.

I just hold her there.

Ruined.

Wrecked.

Mine.

She’s shaking beneath me.

I let her ache with it.

Let her stew in the denial, the aching, throbbing void I carved out of her with nothing but words and rhythm and the brutal rhythm of my hips that now she can’t forget, no matter how many times she swears she’ll never want me again.

Her thighs twitch. Her eyes water.

She tries not to whimper.

Fails.

And it’s that whimper—soft, pathetic, real—that makes my cock twitch again, still hard, still unsatisfied, because punishing her has become the only goddamn thing that satisfies me.

“You thought I’d give you mercy?” I ask, voice like smoke, low and cruel as I run the back of my fingers down herslick, trembling stomach. “You thought tears would earn you kindness?”

She says nothing.