But something in me refuses to stop.
So I throw everything at him, all the rage, all the bitterness. I feel like I am breaking apart, like I am losing control completely. The anger takes over me.
My body shakes, knees weak, hands trembling, every nerve firing without restraint.
"You know what, asshole? I never wanted to be with you! That was never my plan. It could have been anyone else, any dick would do, anyone who walked up to my glass booth in Fate’s Choice. I came here only because it gave me a chance I would never have had in state prison!"
The next words tear at my throat, but they spill out anyway, with a cruel, sadistic momentum.
"I don’t care about you, and now you’ve made it so that all I feel is hate. I never want to see you again. Get out! Our contract marriage is over as of now!"
I have never seen him like this. Despite his Italian heritage and naturally warm, golden-toned skin, he looks like someone scrubbed all the color out of him with chalk.
"What are you saying, Salt? We can get through this. We will."
"You’re not my mate anymore! We’re done!"
Eliano raises his hand and presses it to his heart, as if something hit him, tore something open there, and I almost feel it, a physical pain spreading in his chest at my words.
"Salt! We’ll find a way! A legal one, or at least a safe one."
"No. Fuck you. Get out! I hate you, do you understand? Get the fuck out!" I slam my hands against his chest. "I never want to see you again. You took away my sacred right to avenge the person who sacrificed everything for me. I will never forgive you. Never!"
Eliano steps toward me abruptly, his face darkening, his anger flaring to match mine.
He grabs my waist and yanks me against him. My body ignites in an instant, like dry brush, my cock hardening in a reflex that has nothing to do with my beta nature.
Without thinking, I tilt my head to the side, practically offering him my neck. A low, drawn-out growl rips from his throat, demanding and feral.
But he doesn’t go for the neck this time. He lifts my hand, which he grabbed by the wrist, and, without waiting for my consent, sinks his mating fangs into the small gland there!
What the hell. This is sick. Insane.
And divine!
I cry out, and at the same time I feel heat explode between my legs. I come in the strangest orgasm of my life, sharp and tearing and perfect.
A long, broken moan leaves my throat, and I know well what that AO sound means.
"Full submission."
And I did it. Me. Un-fucking-believable. After all the words I hurled at him?
All I want is for him to throw me onto the bed and fuck me senseless, make me forget, make me feel good again.
But Eliano pulls his fangs out of my wrist, his hand sliding to the back of my neck.
That gesture. Again.
He leans close to my ear.
"If you think you can ever stop being mine, think again," he growls. "I could fuck you now and make you revoke all the bullshit you just said, but I want it to be you who will come to me!"
Feeling a powerful surge of arousal, I automatically dip my head, my hips pushing back, my body ready to give itself to him right here, right now, but then I hear his low growl vibrating in his chest.
Suddenly, Eliano steps back.
The fuck, why did he let me go?! Why?! I need, need his dick ramming into me, punishing me, making me explode in ecstasy…
