I choke on a sob. “Please,” I beg again. I can’t handle it. “Stop talking, Kohen.”
“Say it again,” he gasps.
“Stop—”
“No, my name. Say it again. You don’t sound like you hate it.” Desperation laces his voice, even though his eyes are laden with despair.
“I hate you, Kohen.” He’s right. I don’t sound like I hate him. Not a single part of what I said sounds convincing.
“Yeah, you do. But you love the way my cock feels.” His lips tip up in a slight smile as he tallies up another win.
“In your dreams, firebug.” He slams into me as I speak, turning my speech into a cry.
“What was that, Thief?” A grin stretches across his lips, full of hope and all the good things he’ll never find in me.
“I’ll never be with you,” I say on a gasp as he drives me into the window.
“You make it sound like I was giving you an option.” He might have been gentle with me before, but it’s like he somehow knows it isn’t what I need, because his hand moves around my throat, pressing me back as he pummels his hips into me.
Each thrust pushes away the storm clouds in my way until all there is are the sensations spreading through my body and the pressure building in my core. He captures me in a kiss and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, making me moan.
“You don’t have any idea what you do to me,” he rasps.
“Oh, I think I do. And I could make you so much worse.”
The grip around my throat tightens, cutting off the oxygen to my brain as I gasp for breath. “You’re my special little whore, aren’t you?”
My.
Special.
Little whore?
He’s really pulling out all the stops today.
I like it more than I should.
The force of his thrusts makes me slide up the window. “All pathetic and wet. I barely fingered that tight pussy of yours, and now look at you.”
I gasp for air as my eyelids shudder, threatening to close. Kohen presses his lips against my ear, holding my ass as he fucks me like it’s his last chance at finding heaven.
“You’re taking my cock like you were made to be fucked by me.” His voice is dripping with sin, promising me an orgasm that will shake the foundation of my being and shatter my brick walls.
For the sake of my sanity, I need rage. The tenderness of his words, of his looks, is too much. The vicious animosity that makes Kohen lose the fight with temptation and let himself fall from his nonexistent grace.
My lungs burn and scream for air; every inch of my body does. A cold sheen prickles over my skin, and white spots dot my vision. My hands find his arm—the one holding a tight grip on my throat—to grab onto. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to draw air into my lungs, his hold on me cuts off all the oxygen.
“Do you want to breathe?” The look on his face is nothing short of maniacal as he takes in my paling skin and the plea watering my eyes. “You do?”
I nod—or at least I try to when he’s holding me hostage like this. My brain doesn’t want it to stop though, because all that is on my mind is the way he feels inside me and how close I am to reaching ecstasy.
“I can’t hear you,” he mocks.
“Yes.” I form the word with my mouth rather than say it.
His eyes darken. “Louder.”
“Please,” I croak, even though my orgasm is catching up faster than I can handle.
