My heart pounded louder, my body trembling, slick with sweat.
“He held your hands for two minutes while I stood there.” He sounded irritated, agitated. “So how about you stop dreaming about my cock and give the damn numbers.”
I sniffled, shame tangled with pain and pleasure, wrapping around my ribs.
“It wasn’t for long.” I tightened my hold on the edge of the desk. “Three to four minutes. I don’t know.”
“Three or four minutes?” His authoritative voice commanded my surrender, the huskiness sending a wave of heat to my inside.
“Four,” I blurted.
“Start counting.”
The next slash stole my breath, and the one after that. As each strike landed, sending me into a haze of pain and unbreakable pleasure, only one question consumed me.
What was this? This wild, uncontrollable thing unfurling like a beast inside me?
35
BETH
Say my name like you’re praying to some god.
“Tell me.” I shivered as his finger trailed phantom lines on my spine, then pressed hard on that one jagged line that always stole my breath. “What else do I need to know about your little boyfriend other than what I have gathered so far?”
“Nothing.” The response was too quick, betraying the whole idea of getting him to believe it.
He knew too much already. And if he knew this much, he must have gone digging around about him. And you wouldn’t go digging for information about someone unless you were interested, one way or another, in the person. And that was the problem. Zaghan was not supposed to have any interest in Rowan.
Fear wove into my spine at the thought of it. I didn’t know the extent of all his threats. But with the amount of time he had fantasized about killing me, I was sure he could go to extreme measures for vengeance.
I didn’t want him to hurt Rowan.
“Nothing?” His weight pressed into me from behind, and then a shiver rolled through me as his finger glided along my cheek, combing hair away from her face.
“Did you say nothing?”
“Nothing,” I yelped when he suddenly fisted my hair, yanking my head backward so his lips were just inches away from my left ear. My eyes stared into his soulless ones.
“What did I say about lying to me some minutes ago?” His hold on my hair tightened, his free hand wrapping possessively around my throat.
“H-he liked me,” I whimpered, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes. “I liked him too. So um, we started…going out.”
“Is that all?” His hip pressed against me, and for a split second, I forgot the burn in my ass, the hand locked around my throat, as my mind raced to his thick, hard length prodding me from behind.
“We broke up some weeks ago,” I exhaled, my body betraying me, my self-control wavering. And when I found myself arching into him, almost grinding against him, I tasted shame on my tongue, revolting and bitter.
“So…he has never shoved his dick inside you, huh?” He slid a finger between my lips, his breath feathering against her jaw. “He has never fucked this pussy, has he?”
There was no point in lying. He was not stupid.
“He did.” The confession barely left my lips before his eyes darkened with something dangerous, crazed.
“How many times?” he demanded, voice razor-sharp, nose slightly flaring. He still had my face locked in his hand, forcingme to stare deep into his eyes, to see the storm brought about by my dirty, little truth.
“I can’t remember.” What was the point of these silly questions?
“I need a fucking number, damn it!” he growled, his grip on my jaw bruising. “So put your pretty head to use and start thinking!”
