I don’t want to feel ashamed anymore.
“I’m not trembling,” I challenge.
His eyes flash, and his grin sharpens. “Is that how you want to play tonight, my naughty pet? You’ve been so docile for me. Am I going to have to tame you?”
I suppress a shudder as desire courses through me, and I meet his glittering gaze without an ounce of fear. If he wants me to tremble for him, he’ll have to make me.
I’m not truly afraid of him, and I’m ready to engage in a more twisted game. I’m completely safe with Dane, and I can push the boundaries of my darker fantasies without fear of judgment.
“Your pet has claws,” I retort.
It’s so similar to what I’ve said to GentAnon in the past.
But this isDane.
This is real.
He quirks a taunting brow at me. “I don’t feel you using them.”
His fingers tighten around my throat. “You’re so weak and fragile. What do you think you could possibly do to hurt me? To deny me?”
Blood begins to pound in my ears as he applies pressure to my arteries, but I can still breathe. I can still speak.
“I am not fragile.”
I’ve never fought back in real life; the fantasies that blur the lines of consent have always been nothing more than words on a screen. But now, I’m safe enough to finally indulge in this game.
Summoning all of my strength, I bend my knees between us and try to leverage them against his abs to force him off me. At the same time, one hand shoves at his chest, and the other rakes red lines into his forearm with my nails.
He doesn’t bother to restrain me further. He just laughs and presses me deeper into the mattress.
“Careful, pet,” he coos. “I don’t want to break you.”
I’m starting to float, and black spots dance at the edge of my vision. My struggles grow more frantic as fear coils low in my belly. It snakes up my spine in a slow, slithering slide that makes me quake. My responses are becoming more primal, a true impulse to escape danger rather than a teasing game.
“You’ll never break me,” I manage to hiss through my constricted throat, and my fingernails dig into his wrist.
But his firm grip is unbreakable. The world is softening, sliding out of focus until the only thing I can see is his cruelly perfect face, split in an almost maniacal grin.
My fear morphs into a thrill that shivers through me. It undulates all the way to my fingers and toes, making them tingle as though my nerves are hypersensitive. My nipples rub against his chest as I writhe, and the forbidden stimulation is darkly erotic.
“No,” he agrees softly. “I won’t break you. I like you just as you are. But by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll kneel at my feet and worship me.”
It’s a threat, but his intense declaration mirrors what he said in my defense at the wedding.
Abigail is perfect just as she is.
With that sweet reminder, he slips past my defenses, and I start to soften in his ruthless hold.
Or maybe that’s the lack of oxygen flowing to my brain.
Darkness creeps in, gentle and alluring. I blink hard, desperate to keep his glittering eyes in focus. I don’t want to lose sight of him. I need him more than I need the breath he denies me.
His grip loosens, and euphoria floods my system. My body is weightless, and my mind is floating. He presses a tender kiss to my throat, and the gentle flutter of his soft lips is an intoxicating contrast with the ruthless way he was handling my body only moments ago.
A low moan issues through my parted lips, and my core pulses in a heavy throb that matches my racing heartbeat.
He grabs my cunt in one hand, grinding his palm against my clit as his fingers easily slide inside me.
