The heat emanating from her is so intense, I’m struggling to hold back. The only way I can maintain any sense of control is by grinding my cock against her hip.
“You’re simply wired for a different kind of pleasure.”
My fingertips cram into her entrance, just enough to stretch her open. She gasps, trying to go onto tiptoes, her free hand wrapping around my wrist again as if she wants to pull me away.
But she doesn’t.
She wants me to hurt her. Sheneedsme to.
“Your cunt is begging for this,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Begging to be used. Begging to be fucked raw while you whine and sob about how wrong it is.”
“Please—” The word puffs out with a strangled breath. “I’m so close!”
“Can you feel how this wet hole of yours is making a fucking mess all over my fingers? Christ, you’re like a bitch in heat.”
A shudder goes through her.
It’s so violent, so erratic, I can instantly tell it’s not lust or pleasure.
It’s disgust.
“N-No,” she stammers through clenched teeth, her eyes flying open wide. There’s such hatred in them when she looks at me, it’s uncanny. “Don’t call m-m-me that.Ever.” The last is a deep, animalistic growl.
Pre-Haven Bastian Rooke would have pressed on that festering wound until she blacked out from the pain.
Yet I find myself hesitating.
Fuckinghesitating.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want,” I mutter, breaking eye contact just long to nip her earlobe. “Slut. Whore.” I try to say it, but there’s a part of me that simply won’t allow it.
FuckingGood Wolf.
“Mine,” I growl into her ear as I push my fingertips deeper inside her.
She groans deep in the back of her throat as our fingers stretch her cunt. Her thighs slam closed and her nails dig into my wrist until I can feel the sting of her breaking the skin. But the coppery scent of my blood is barely a hint in the sex-infused, earthy miasma surrounding us.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, my twisted little deviant who gets off on being wanted so badly it destroys people?”
“F-fuck!” she splutters through a locked jaw. Now the hand on my wrist is urging me deeper and deeper inside her.
“How often do you fantasize about bending over my desk as I use you like the willing little fucktoy you are?”
“All—fuck!—all the fucking time?—”
“And Kai’s watching us in these fantasies, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” she admits reluctantly.
“You make him wait his turn, don’t you? Hehasto wait until I’m done with you, because you want your cunt dripping with my cum when he fucks you.”
“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.
“No, you’re not. Not until you admit what you are. Tell me, girl. Tell me!”
“I’m—“
She gasps, her hips rocking uselessly as she tries to get me to move our fingers inside her. But I just push deeper, stretching her obscenely, deliciously, painfully.
