“Yes, sir.” My thighs shook, the room going darker around the edges of my vision.
“And how are you going to beg?”
“However you want, sir. I’ll bend over your lap so you can spank me first, I’ll get on my knees and suck you until youtell me to stop. Anything.” I was babbling at that point, no longer focusing on answering his questions, but on the pressure building to impossible heights in my core. My entire body felt like it was going to explode.
It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Darius slid the pillow back over and I immediately buried my face back in it as his hand went under my hip and found my clit.
He circled the little bundle of nerves with his middle finger, while his cock still moved in and out of me in a fast, steady pace, the dildo now mirroring his thrust. Either his cock was deep inside of me and the dildo was almost out, or it was the dildo surging in while he was pulling out.
My head spun, and I opened my mouth to scream into the pillow. As the pressure finally broke, I was overcome with wave after wave of intense, forbidden pleasure.
It was so intense my vision whited out, and for a moment there I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t do anything. I was pretty sure I had almost blacked out.
He followed me over the edge with a barbaric yell, and I could feel each spurt of his hot cum searing the inside of my pussy.
I collapsed on the bed, and the next thing I knew, my hands were untied, the dildo and lube were nowhere to be seen, and he was using a cool cloth to clean me up.
When he collapsed in the bed next to me, instinctively, I rolled closer to him, resting on his lower stomach. He was breathing as heavily as I was.
Just as quickly as the peace had descended upon me, I dissolved into tears.
I didn’t know why I was crying, but I couldn’t stop sobbing. It was like I was so high I was floating, and then, without warning, I plummeted into despair.
He didn’t yell at me, he didn’t push me away. Instead, Darius held me tighter. He pulled me onto his chest so I was lying more on him than off of him as he gently stroked my hair.
My limbs were too heavy to move, my eyes burned, and eventually I drifted off to sleep.
My only thought was that I was taking comfort in the arms of my enemy.
CHAPTER 29
DARIUS
The necklace slid from Anna's throat with a whisper of metal against skin.
I held the magnet steady, my other hand braced against the headboard as I leaned over her sleeping form. The clasp released, and I caught the shining piece before it could fall and wake her.
I couldn't stand it on her for another second.
Didn't matter that it was harmless.
Didn't matter that it served a purpose.
The sight of it encircling her throat twisted my stomach into knots, leaving a sour taste in the back of my throat.
She stirred, her lilac curls spilling across the pillow as she turned her face.
The sight of her injuries stopped me cold.
The swelling had subsided, but the bruising was darkening in the center—a vivid reminder of hands that weren't mine marking her skin. She'd see it every time she looked in the mirror for days.
I'd see it every time I looked at her and remembered how I'd failed to protect what was mine.
The peace I'd felt moments ago—watching her sleep in my arms, her hand clutching my hip like she was afraid I'd leave—evaporated into pure rage.
I moved silently to retrieve my clothes from the floor, a detail that irritated me more than it should. I never just let my pants crumple where they fell. I never forgot discipline, even in the throes of passion. But this woman made me forget everything.
