“Aargh!”Lourdes kicked at him with one foot and balanced herself precariously on the toes of the other.If not for her shoes, she’d be dangling.The hook and clanking chain pulled her arms taut.Okay, no kicking.She could lose her footing and dislocate her shoulder.That would show him, but the pain wasn’t worth it.She’d better calm down and talk him out of this craziness.“You must be so pleased with yourself.Do you always chain up women who dare to disobey you?Not that I expect many would here.”
“Actually, I swore I would never use this.”He nodded toward the hook.“Tulio installed it a few months ago for bondage play with Juana.They like it dirtier than I do, if you can believe that.”He stood off to the side in case she kicked out again, and he pulled her hair just enough to crane her head.A smirk crossed his lips.“You brought this on yourself, Lourdes.”
“Screw you.”
“No, I’m screwing you.”
“Stop this nonsense,” she hissed at him.“Let me go.”
Enrique tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa and unbuckled his belt.Once he unfastened his jeans, his cock sprang forth from a nest of dark curls.
“Wait.”She squirmed, fighting back panic and arousal.Even the sight of his gun in his shoulder holster and the knife on his belt heated her up.What kind of freak was she?All right.A different tactic.She had to make him see reason.Somehow.“Enrique, you don’t want to hurt me.I know you don’t.This isn’t right.”
“It’s more than right.You’re my wife.You’re under my protection.From now on, you will trust me to take care of you.Trust me to always be faithful.”He plucked her bottom lip with his teeth.“Right now, you need punishment.”
“Another spanking?”Her memory of him spanking her against the side of his SUV raced through her mind.A spark of excitement flared in her belly.
“Not this time.”He pumped himself, grasped her hips, and lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist just as he plunged inside her.“Ahh!”The intrusion filled her like a stick of granite and stole the air from her lungs.With him holding her up, the tautness of the chain eased.Relief pulsed through her arms.White-hot lightning snapped through her with his every thrust and twisted her body into a bundle of nerves.He buried his face in her hair and suckled her neck with strong, mind-numbing pulls of his lips, tongue, and teeth.
“Enrique.Oh, God.”Her heart slammed with the force of a jackhammer.Had he stabbed her with an adrenaline shot?He jerked up her blouse and palmed her breasts with his rough, magnetic touch.How she wanted him!What was wrong with her, to crave his manhandling?Her skin flared hotter than fire.Her damn nipples tightened against her bra in stiff, achy peaks.
“You want me.You hate me, but you want me.”
She couldn’t deny his smug words.His throaty grunts echoed in her ears.He gripped her hips again with both hands and pounded faster as if he would die if he didn’t claim her body at that very second.The back of her head struck the wall, and a wave of pressure shot down her neck.Leverage.Where was her leverage?Her fingers scrabbled at the chain and grazed the cold hook.Suspended in the air and trapped against the wall, she struggled to hold on, completely at his mercy.
“Please, stop.”Don’t stop!Lourdes bit back.Hatred fueled her desire.Hatred of him, herself, and the need she didn’t want to need.Not like this.She squeezed her thighs and rolled her hips to match his relentless rhythm, desperate for some semblance of control.Her sensitive clit throbbed as his cock slid between her moist labia before pushing back inside her.A whimper escaped her lips.For more?For him to stop?She didn’t know.God help her, she didn’t know.
“You’re so tight, Lourdes.”He pressed hard kisses along her neck.“So wet.”
Against her better judgment, she ground herself on his shaft as hard as she could and forced him closer to the edge.Pleasure carved Enrique’s tense face into a mask of stone.His anger burned in every sharp, demanding thrust.His frustration in every growl.Heat emanated from him in possessive waves.Unrelenting pressure built fast in her core.Her vision dulled.The pleasure-pain aphrodisiac consumed her.She clamped her jaw together to silence her cry as tears streamed down her cheeks.And still he thrust.Taking what he wanted.Manipulating her body.Branding her.Corrupting her.
“Enough, Enrique.It’s too much,” she bit out between gasps.Her clingy, sweat-dampened blouse chafed her skin like a thick blanket in summer.As he flattened his chest to hers, his handgun jabbed her ribs.Desire drove her to the precipice.Something held her back.She couldn’t fly.She wanted to fly!
“I won’t stop until you cream my cock.”
His dirty words broke the dam.Her orgasm burst free in a torrent of pleasure and relief.
He pistoned his hips.His heavy pants grew louder.
Her sore, weeping center trembled around him, surrendering to his brutal touch.
“Lourdes!”He stiffened and buried his face in her tousled hair.
Liquid fire rocketed through her, scorching her from the inside out.Exhaustion slumped her against him.
He gently set her weak legs on the floor and flicked a switch on the cuffs to free her.
“Ow.”Tingles skewered her abused arms.She cradled them to her chest.
“Here.”Enrique straightened her right arm, rubbed from her wrist to her shoulder and back again, then did the same with her left arm.“Better?”
“I think so.”Her circulation improved, the tingles easing to a dull ache.She fixed her rumpled blouse and squeezed her tender thighs together.Pressure still throbbed in her core.
He snatched her panties off the floor, sniffed the fabric, and moaned.“Delicious.”
Face heating even hotter, she ducked her gaze as he stuffed the cotton into the back pocket of his jeans.She patted her cheeks.“Now what?”
