I should shove him away. I should yell. Instead, I just lay here, my body betraying every part of me that still wants to feel something.
“I can’t keep fighting you,” I whisper. “I’m done.”
“Then don’t.”
My throat tightens. “I hate you, Priest. I hate you so fucking much.”
“I know you do. I’m worth hating. There’s nothing good in me, kitten. Never was.”
Something inside me twists. I should tell him he’s right. But the way he says it, like a confession—makes it hard to breathe.
His hand catches my jaw, thumb following the line of bone until it stills under my chin. “You want to forget. Everything. Every fucked-up thing that’s ever happened to you. I can give you that, little one. I can make the world disappear until there’s nothing left in your head but me.”
I should tell him no. But when he bends toward me, the refusal dies before it reaches my mouth. His lips find mine.
He’s only kissed me once before, in the safehouse… I haven’t been able to stop remembering it.
My arms wrap around his neck, and I cling to him, our tongues sliding together. A groan leaves his chest, vibratingagainst me. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, locked together, bodies straining, mouths devouring.
“You don’t know how dangerous you are, Arlo. Your fucking taste is a drug.” His voice breaks against my lips, his hands sliding down my body. “I’m not going to stop. Not until I have all of you. I’m going to use you. Hurt you.” He slides my panties and leggings down my thighs, and then my legs. “Is that what you want?”
“I…I…” I stumble with my words as he pulls my shirt over my head, until I’m naked on the bed in front of him.
He grabs my hair and wraps the long strands around his hand, yanking my neck back. His teeth sink into my shoulder, making me moan, and I feel him smile against my skin.
“Use your words, kitten. Tell me what filthy fucking things you want me to do to you.”
He sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “Do you want to be my little plaything? For me to fuck your throat and pussy and ass? To be used like a whore for my cock? Whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want?”
My head spins. I don’t know what to say. All I know is that isexactlywhat I want.
“Use me, please. Make me forget everything.”
He lets out a low groan, his hand gripping my chin, his teeth dragging across my skin. “I will break you until you’re nothing but a hole for my cock. You’ll beg for it, scream for it, and bleed for it. That’s how I’ll teach you to take me.” He moves his hand to my pussy and slips two fingers inside of me.
“Perfect little thing. You were made to take me.”
I rock my hips against his fingers. He releases his hand from my hair and slowly brings it to my face. His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth.
I hate him, I’ll always hate him. But right now, I need this. To feel anything but the pain and the nightmares and the cold. To let go. To lose control. And he’s the only one who can do that.
Arlo’s trembling beneath me,hands clinging to my sides like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered to this fucked-up world. Her cunt’s soaked. My fingers are buried in it, and still—it’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
I want to ruin her. Bury my cock so deep inside she forgets who she is. I want her dripping for me even when I’m not touching her. I want every fucking nerve ending rewired to respond to me. My voice. My touch. My rage.
I want to crawl inside her head and rip everything else out.
I want her worshipping me.
I want her destroyed.
I want her to need me as much as I need her.
“Arms up, little one.”
My fingers slip from her mouth. She obeys, slowly lifting her arms. I drag open the nightstand and clamp the handcuffs tight around her wrists, chaining her to the bedframe.
