The light was low, but I could still see the blue of his irises shining down at me.
"I call you those things in the heat of the moment because I know they are not true. You don't carry yourself like a loose woman who would spread her legs for just anyone. We may not have known each other for long but know that I see you."
"What does that even mean?" I rolled my eyes again.
His grip on my wrists tightened.
"It means that I fucking see you. I know that you don't just give in to anyone. You aren't like your mother, who is willing to use your body and others to get what she wants. When I call you a slut it's because I love how you melt under my touch. You fight the desire with everything you have, but when you finally give in, you are breathtaking in your sensuality. I have never seen awoman so raw and who wears her emotions so plainly on her face."
My heart pounded faster as I parted my lips to catch my breath.
"I call you those things because that is what I want you to be, but only for me. I see the naughty girl who has been locked away for so long, she is crying for attention. She wants the sting of my hand on her ass, the shock of pain as my teeth sink into her flesh. I see the moment you give in to the pleasure, the pain, and the need."
His cock hardened against my stomach, and my core was getting wetter.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Your submission has become my favorite drug, and I need it to breathe. So know that when I say dirty things to you, when I call you a slut, a whore, or anything else, I am only pushing you deeper into your head, coaxing out that neglected part of you that needs to be a bad girl."
He brushed his lips against my ear, sending shivers through me.
"Do you want to be my bad girl,maya soloveyka? The entire world sees you as a lady, a refined, modest woman, but do you want to be my little slut?"
His words unlocked something in me, a yearning that I had denied for years. His hands locked around my wrists, his weight holding me down—all gave me permission to give in to the darker impulses I didn't know I had until I met him.
"Say it, my little nightingale. Tell me how you want me to fuck you like I own you. Tell me how you want me to teach you the things you didn't even know you wanted. Beg me."
"Yes," I gasped. "Please."
He took my lips in a punishing kiss, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into thefirm muscles of his round ass as I pushed my hips up, begging for more.
"Good girl," he growled against my lips as he took me.
This wasn't like the times before. It was hard and deep, but also slow and methodical. His thrusts weren't about racing to fill me with cum, or even to punish me while pushing me toward my own orgasm. They were about being thorough, showing me what he knew I needed and how my body was made for him.
When I came, it was with a scream and lights dancing in front of my eyes. He followed me over with a roar, and this time, when he rolled over, he held me to him, so I was resting on top of him with his cock still stretching me.
His hands traced the lines of my spine, soothing me, letting me relax around him.
“Darius?” I asked.
A low sound of acknowledgment came from the back of his throat, just enough to tell me he wasn’t asleep yet, but he would be soon.
I was either going to ask about the scars on his tattoos or for him to share a piece of himself with me. I wanted to know the man who had taught me so much about myself in the last two days. The man who had attacked me and then taken me apart, and the only man to have ever looked past my mother’s vitriol and power plays to see the real me.
But I couldn’t make myself do it.
Instead, I asked the only question I really needed the answer to. “Tell me that this wasn’t just part of the plan.”
I closed my eyes as tears filled them and took a shuddering breath.
Because his silence was the only answer I got, and it spoke volumes.
CHAPTER 24
DARIUS
Tears ran down her cheeks as I placed the diamond collar back around her neck.
I expected her to fight, to beg, to plead, to do something other than accept this weapon around her delicate throat.
