A lot.
That power turned the burning fire on my back into something twisty and wrong. But I didn’t succumb. I couldn’t.
If I did, there would be no hope for me. No chance at ever redeeming myself if I let him take me like this.
I wanted to seduce him.
I wanted the power of winning.
This...this would be rape, and it would reinforce in his head that he could take whatever he damn well wanted and suffer no repercussions.
“Stop it!” I screamed as his hands drifted down my front. The fight inside intensified, blotting out the awful radiating pain in my back.
Something hot and silky nudged against the small of my spine. “Christ’s sake, woman. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
What is that?
All senses shot to where he stroked me with a hard throbbing...
It’s his erection.
My heart leapt into my throat.
Jethro rocked harder, his body heat scalding every inch. His naked cock lurched against my bloody back.
I hissed as pain intensified.
He grunted as I jolted in the bindings. “Please—” I begged.
The tips of my fingers scrabbled at the post as I tried to keep my balance. His knee worked harder to unlock my thighs.
“You can’t stop this. Neither of us can.”
The truth in his voice daggered my heart.
If we did this, we would slip from humanity and turn over our souls. We’d become animals, forever fighting and cursing each other.
My back flared with flames as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me from the post and into his twisted embrace. I wriggled against him, blocking out the agony. “Jethro!”
His cock nudged me again, bruising me with his need.
“Shit, let me—”
“I won’t! Not like this.”
He groaned, a savage mixture of a growl of frustration and grunt of regret.
My vision blacked out then returned, masking the pain and encouraging me to drift. I expected a longer war. In complete truthfulness, I expected to lose and be taken like a common slave against the whipping post with my blood smearing between us.
It was better to give in—get it over with.
Then I could rest.
Yes, rest. Sleep...
Fight siphoned from my limbs, succumbing to the inevitable.
But Jethro...the moment I submitted, he stiffened.
