His cock was still deep inside me, and even as I struggled against him my body clenched around him, tightening. Every move I made sent a thrill through my core as he pressed against my G-spot.
Pierce snatched my wrists. He yanked me down onto his chest, growling, “Madison, stop it. You don’t understand. I had to.”
“Fuck you!” My wet wrists easily slithered out of his grasp.
He had to? No.He wanted to.
Fuck him—and his he had tos. It was all bullshit.
Tears pricked behind my eyes. I hated him, almost as much as I hated myself for getting lost in his touch.
I twisted my torso to the side, bucking my hips off him, breaking our intimate contact.
I lunged for the other end of the tub, slipping and sliding but determined.
When my stomach pressed into the side I pushed upward. A sharp pain stabbed against the base of my skull; Pierce grasped my long, drenched curls, and held me in place.
His body slammed into mine from behind, bending me over the porcelain edge of the tub, the side digging into my stomach.
I shrieked and stretched my arms out, grasping for something to defend myself with.
My fingers skidded over the wet tile—finding nothing I could reach, nothing I could hold onto or wield against him.
His arm reached around my hips and pulled my ass back to rest against his abdomen. His hard length pushed between my thighs and he leaned over me.
He thrust deep into me as he ground out, “I was protecting you, you little fool!”
He drove into me again and again, each time harder than the last, taking my breath away. The dull ache from the tub digging under my ribs just intensified the desire that was forced through me. I couldn’t hold back my moans or the pressure that built.
Even his hand still tangled in my hair added more pain, which mixed with the pleasure, turning it into something…different. Something more primal, savage even.
I hated how much I craved it.
He ran his mouth down the column of my neck.
I curled my fingers into a fist. What he was doing was wrong, how he was manipulating me, taking and claiming, was wrong… even if I wanted more. “You expect me to believe that?”
“You’re alive, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “No! No, fuck you! I’m not listening to any more of your lies!”
I tried to climb out of the tub again. My foot slipped out from under me before I could gain any traction.
Pierce grabbed my legs and pulled until my body slid under the hot bath water.
I flipped onto my back and rose, sputtering for breath.
Everything around me was a maelstrom of splashing water, bubbles floating in the air, grasping limbs, flashes of lightning, and the still ever-present rumble of thunder shaking the windows.
I pushed myself up to a seated position, dragging air into my lungs and clinging to the sides of the tub.
The moment I did, he claimed my mouth, breathing his own oxygen back into my lungs as he pulled us both back under the water.
As he did, he pried open my thighs and pushed his hips between them.
My lungs were on fire.
The moment I broke the surface, there was a euphoric rush of air into my lungs as Pierce thrust back inside me.
