“Please.”
“Shh.” His stomach flexed as he pulled out, skin ripping away where it had been adhered by sweat, before his body surged against hers once more as he filled her just as deeply. Her head fell back against the cushioned seat, and he dragged his fingers through her tangled hair. “Poor little sparrow,” he whispered, almost tenderly. “It only hurts because I want you so much.”
Nadine let out a ragged sound, almost like a sob, even though the pain was already fading. And Cal pressed a kiss to her cheek as he began to fuck her in slow, steady strokes.
He was terribly patient in his eagerness; the absence of pain was almost more threatening than if he had been overtly cruel. Nadine trembled under him, shifting away from the kiss—not because she didn’t want it, but because she did, too much. It was too much like her dream and she was not prepared for his savagery, even if it was jacquard at her back instead of bloodied deer hide. And nothing had prepared her for this fullness, or the swells of intense friction that gripped her every time he rocked his hips, hard enough sometimes that they made her slide against the seat.
It felt good but it was not for her. Andhefelt good but he was bad for her. It was too much.Hewas too much. And when she squirmed, she felt his fingers bite in, making her trapped.
Making her feel like she didn’t have a choice.
(it’s only going to hurt a little)
“I want my hands,” she said suddenly. “Please. I feel like I’m being—forced.”
She felt him pause a beat before the next stroke. “Call me Daddy and I’ll let you go.”
“W-what?” It came out as a yelp. “No!”
“Yes.” She felt a damp lock of his hair drag across her cheek when he bent lower. “Say it just like that. With that sharp little quiver of outrage.”
Nadine stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Cal,no.”
“Then it sounds to me . . . like maybe youwantforce.”
Nadine felt a not-unpleasant wrench in her belly. Despite her fear and embarrassment, she felt a flicker of interest stemming from thewrongnessof what he was asking.
“Daddy?” The word left her in a harsh burst.
“Mmm.”
“D-daddy,please. Let me go.”
“Again.” His voice was dark. “Tell me what you think ofthis.”
She looked into the dark centers of his eyes, feeling caught. “Y-you’re scaring me, Daddy,” she whispered. “And it h-hurts.”
“But you like it.”
Nadine swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Yes.” He released her immediately, reaching between them to touch her. Stroking her clit until she was writhing against him and she had wrapped her legs around his waist for purchase to keep from falling away. “Fuckyes. You feel . . . so good. Soft, and sweet, andgood. I’m going to have you coming all over my cock.”
There was a sharp burst of fresh friction as he bottomed out, and she felt him shudder, filling her body with his hot release. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, which she didn’t remember grabbing. They were smooth and silky to the touch, and crescented with her nails.
Cal twisted his head—looking at the door, she thought, which made her tighten her grip on his neck. She felt a shudder ripple along his spine at her touch—sensitive?Curious, she ran her fingers higher, drifting closer to his nape. And his hand shot out to grab hers just as she felt an unexpected roughness against his waxen, sweat-slicked skin.
A slow, creeping horror began to fill the empty spaces in her chest.
Scratch marks.
Scratch marks, left by her.
From when she’d fought him off in the mine.
“Oh my god.” Her hand went limp in his. “Oh my god.”
It had beenhim. All along, it had been him. She had come to him and he had bandaged her wounds, and all that time, he must have been laughing at her.
