"Don't you dare come," I warn, my voice a low growl. "Not until you tell me the truth."
She whimpers, a raw, broken sound. "I can't…"
"Yes, you can," I grit out, my fingers working her clit faster, harder. "You will."
I lean over her, my chest pressed against her back, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me, Aria," I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. "Or I swear to god, I will keep you on this edge for the rest of the night."
I straighten up, pulling out of her with a slick, wet sound. Before she can protest I flip her over, my movements fluid and economical. She's on her back now, her legs spread wide, her chest heaving. I'm between her thighs in an instant, my cock nudging at her entrance.
"Open your eyes," I command.
She does, and the look in them is a chaotic mix of fear, defiance, and a desperate, pleading arousal. I drive into her, hard and deep, a punishing thrust that steals her breath. I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping against hers, my gaze locked on hers.
"You're going to tell me," I snarl, my thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. "You're going to beg me to let you come, and you're going to give me what I want."
She's writhing beneath me, her body arching, her head thrashing from side to side. Her nails drag down my back, the sharp, stinging pain a welcome distraction from the maddening pleasure. I can feel her getting close again, her walls tightening around me, her breath hitching in little gasps.
"Please," she begs, her voice a raw, ragged sob. "Cassian, please…"
"Please what?" I demand, my rhythm becoming punishing, more erratic. "Please let you come? Please stop? Please what, Aria?"
"Please let me come," she whispers, her eyes wide, pleading. "Please, I'll do anything."
"Anything?" I ask, my lips curling into a cruel smile. "Then tell me the truth."
She just shakes her head, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. It’s a final, silent act of defiance.
"Wrong answer," I growl.
I pull out of her and she sobs, a raw, frustrated sound that’s music to my ears. Before she can recover I'm kneeling over her chest, my cock jutting out, angry and slick with her arousal. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking it slowly, my gaze boring into hers.
"Open your mouth," I command.
She hesitates for a fraction of a second, a flicker of rebellion in her eyes. It’s all the invitation I need. My other hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. It’s not a gentle squeeze. My fingers are a band of steel, a possessive claim that makes her head spin. Her eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear.
"Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth," I enunciate each word, my thumb pressing into the frantic pulse at the base of her neck.
Her lips part, a silent, gasping surrender. I lean down, bringing my face close to hers, so close I can see the individual flecks of gold in her terrified eyes. I gather the saliva in my mouth and spit. It lands on her tongue, a hot, intimate mark of ownership.
"Swallow," I command, my grip on her throat tightening.
She complies, her throat working against the pressure of my fingers. Her body trembles with a visible wave of submission. Her cunt clenches, a desperate, needy pulse that I can feel from here. She's enjoying this. She’s getting off on the violation, on the sheer, brutal power of it.
I release her throat and she drags in a ragged, desperate breath, her chest heaving. I shift, positioning my cock at her lips. "Now, you're going to take me," I say, my voice low and rough. "And you're going to take all of me."
I don't wait for her to be ready. I thrust forward, burying myself in her hot, wet mouth. She gags, her body convulsing but I hold her still, my hands tangling in her hair, holding her head in place. I start to move, a brutal, unforgiving rhythm that’s all about my pleasure, my dominance.
"Yeah, that's it," I growl, my hips snapping against her face. "Choke on it. Fucking take it."
Her eyes are wide, streaming with tears, but she doesn't look away. She’s watching me, her gaze a chaotic mix of fear and a dark, defiant arousal. Her hands are fisted in the sheets, her knuckles white. She’s fighting it, fighting her own body’s response, but she’s losing.
I can feel the tension coiling in my groin, a tightening, aching pressure that’s about to break. But I’m not done with her yet. I want to see her come, to see her shatter, to feel her cunt clench around my cock as she screams my name. I want to own her pleasure, to be the one who gives it to her, the one who takes it away.
I pull back, leaving her gasping, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my cock. I flip her over again, my movements fluid and economical. She's on her hands and knees before she can even process what's happening. I'm behind her, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal, possessive stroke. She cries out, a raw, broken sound. I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room.
"You're so fucking tight," I growl, my hands moving from her hips to her tits, squeezing them, pinching the nipples until she whimpers. "This cunt was made for me. Made to be fucked by me."
