His fingers fluttered over my clit—reminding me he had me at my most vulnerable. His touch wasn’t cruel or hurtful—not the way Cut had commanded. My heart scampered in hope.
“What happens next has to be authentic. Do you understand?” His fingers moved faster, teasing my body, forcing nerve endings to respond despite my mind screaming with loathing.
His breathing turned harsh. “You need to relax and let me do what needs to be done.”
“What—” My mouth parted as he strummed my clit harder. “What do you mean?”
With a soft grunt, he buried his face in my hair. “I’m going to make you come—to ensure you play your part. But I won’t violate you, and I won’t take advantage of you any more than I am right now.” He angled my face and kissed me again. “You have my word.”
My eyes flew open behind my blindfold. I didn’t understand.
What does he mean?
He pressed his cock against my arse, rocking seductively. He whispered, “Pretend I’m hurting you. Cry out. Scream.”
What?
“Do it,” he hissed.
What thehellis going on? My body wound tight, growing wet against my wishes. My eyes were blinded, wrists tied, and my mind a mess with confusion.
“Cry, Nila. Otherwise, I’ll have to make you cry for real.” He pinched my clit, throbbing the bundle of nerves.
I jerked in his arms. More tears escaped. It wasn’t hard to cry. It was a relief to complain—to verbalize how much I wanted this to end.
“Stop!”
If he wanted me to beg like a rape victim, I would. He’d given me permission to fight back, even if it was only vocal.
I’ll make your eardrums bleed.
I thrashed, rubbing our bodies together and drawing a ragged groan from him. “Fuck you!”
He grunted as I tried to kick his kneecaps. “Get off me, you arsehole.”
“Not anger, goddammit. Pain!” He fisted my hair, yanking my head back. “Be in pain, begging. Forget about fighting.”
That was asking the impossible. I could hate and curse and scream. Butplead? It was blasphemy.
“If you want to get through tonight without being fucked in every hole you own, then do it!”
Images of Cut pounding into me, of Daniel strangling me, and the horrific violation of being a Hawk plaything gave me enough obedience to give up my courage and beseech. “Please!No, you’re hurting me!”
“Good.” He bit my ear, pinning me harder against him. “Again, louder this time.”
“Noooo!” I gave into the sobs waiting just beneath my ribcage. “Don’t. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, don’t—no!”
He groaned, rocking harder against me. “Shit, that’s too good. Now I’m hard as fuck.”
He rolled his hips, rubbing his erection, making the bed rock.
“Again.” He thrust, groaning theatrically. “More. Pretend I’ve entered you and it hurts.”
I couldn’t speak through my tears.
His fingers stroked me faster, making my body twitch and tense. His hips worked harder, bruising my back. His voice licked my ear. “I’m not going to fuck you, Nila. But it needs to look like I am.”
Suddenly—it all made sense.
