My body betrayed me, heat pooling low despite everything. I swallowed thickly, watching, waiting, unsure what he would do next.
“And what do I want?” I whispered. “Do you even know?”Another tear slid down my cheek.
He threw his head back with a laugh, then dropped his face to my neck and muttered mockingly, “You want L-O-V-E.”
He laughed again, amused.“You want to be adored. Cared for. Loved.”
His fingers clamped around my jaw and turned my face toward his.“I don’t do that. You’ll get nothing but misery and fucked stupid until you lose the last two brain cells you’ve got left.”
“Then let me go,” I said, breath hitching in my throat.
He slid his hand down and spanked my ass. Then he gripped my hip and dragged me closer.
“No,” he said. “Not until I get what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?” I asked, eyes locked with his.
He grabbed me by the braids and yanked my head back. His free hand slid down my stomach and under my skirt until his fingers found my clit.
“Let me show you,” he murmured.
His fingers pressed down, then pushed deep inside me until I gasped. His palm stayed on my clit, grinding in time with each thrust and drawing raw sounds from my throat. My eyes fluttered shut as I moaned, caught between shame and lust.
I didn’t want this. Not like this. But my body did.
He lifted the skirt off my ass and moved his hand back up from between my thighs. He slapped my clit once, stinging it, and then pulled his fingers free and brought them to my lips, sliding them into my mouth.
With one hand, he slid my thong aside.
I heard the low rasp of a zipper, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the leather pants slipping down to his knees. He gripped my hips, spread me open, and thrust into me with a force that knocked the breath from my chest.
I felt every inch of him entering, then something cold.
Metal.
It kissed deep inside me, brushing against nerves that lit up like sparks under skin. Another shift, and I felt it again, more than one. Rings pulling at me with each movement like magnets drawn to flesh. My breath hitched, a gasp escaping before it folded into a moan, my eyes flying open.
In the mirror, I caught the reflection of his grin.
His mouth brushed the tip of my ear as he whispered just before his pace grew rougher. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget what love even means, Doll.”
I moaned, each thrust making my body arch toward him, needing more despite every thought inside my brain was screaming‘no’.
He lowered his head to my shoulder, inhaling my skin.
One hand gripped my breast, the other clutched my hip, anchoring me to him like he had every right.
“No,” I whispered, and he drove in harder.
“Yes,” I breathed, and he went faster, his smile spreading wider like he had just won a war I hadn’t realized I was losing.
“Look at you.”
One hand slid up to cup my jaw, forcing me to meet my own reflection in the mirror.
“Look how easily fuckable you are,” he chuckled. “I own you, Doll. And now, let me show you what it means to be mine.”
He spun me around, pulling out so fast the cold metal dragged against my skin, sharp enough to make me gasp. And then I was facing him.
