This was not just “I might regret this in the morning” wrong, but certifiable, completely depraved, I need therapy and a possible seventy-two-hour psychiatric hold level of wrong.
By sheer force of will, he captured and held my eyes. They were unreadable as he thrust harder and harder, taking me closer and closer to the pleasure I craved but was too afraid to truly want.
I bit my lip to try and suppress the moan working its way up my throat.
We were so close to the drop I could feel the salt spray of the ocean mixing in with the relentless rainfall.
Several tendrils of my hair were caught in the wind and whipped about us, as if to spur him on. I dug my heels into the earth and lifted to meet him, thrust for brutal thrust.
He was too alluring, his strength too easy to bend to. The way he looked at me, pushed into me, there was nothing I could do but give in to him. He wouldn’t accept anything less. There was only the Madison before Pierce fucked me in the mud, and the Madison I’d become after.
That was a thought for later.
For now, I wanted to just feel.
I wanted his rough hands on me, grabbing, clawing, pinching, slapping—anything to make me feel more.
I wanted his even rougher thrusts, claiming my body in a way no other man had dared.
I craved him, his complete domination and control.
Craved the darkness he promised with his eyes.
I didn’t fall. I wasn’t pushed. I jumped into that darkness.
My hips bucked a second time as my thighs tightened around his hips.
Pierce bit the side of my neck, adding a lethal edge to the dark pleasure already consuming me, then he licked the bruise, soothing away the sharp ache. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I hated him with every fiber of my being, but I wanted to stop fighting.
Damn him. If I let him make me come, he’d have won.
A small shred of sanity returned, and I wrenched my head to the side. With all my might, I shoved him off me. Willing to deny us both rather than give him the satisfaction of seeing me come from what he did to me.
I flipped onto my knees. “Leave me alone. This is over.”
Pierce wrapped his arm around my waist, his body covering mine from behind. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” he snarled into my ear.
His knuckles brushed the backs of my thighs as he positioned himself at my entrance.
He thrust inside me so hard, I would have fallen forward, if not for his firm grip holding me in place. A strangled cry tore from my lungs.
He fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he once more seized me.
My jaw clenched as I ground out, “I hate you.”
His breath was hot against my cheek as he fired back, “No, you don’t, baby. Admit it. You’re drawn to me as much as I’m drawn to you. You are as fascinated by my dark motives as I am by your sweet innocence. You were made to be mine.”
The new position was so deep. I was so close. My body trembled as I fought against it with everything I had. Lightning sparked overhead at the moment I lost and the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced crested over me.
It wasn’t gentle and romantic.
It wasn’t a relaxing release that left you floating, devoid of tension.
It was terrifying, savage, animalistic, and inevitable.
He slid his hand up from my waist, palming me as he closed around me and tensed, pouring his hot come deep inside me as he released a low guttural groan.
