“You like that?” I ask, tightening my grip slightly as I grind down on him. “Being at my mercy for once?”
His laugh is dark and rough, partially choked by my hand. “You think this is a hardship for me?” he rasps, his hands moving to grip my ass, spreading me wider. “This is just you finally admitting what you want.”
I squeeze harder, feeling his Adam’s apple bob against my palm. His face is flushed now, veins standing out in his neck, but that crazy grin never falters.
“How bad do you want it?” he chokes out, his voice strained but eyes gleaming. “How badly do you wish you could choke me until I pass out? Until I stop breathing altogether?”
The question shocks me, makes me loosen my grip slightly. “I don’t?—“
“Liar,” he whispers, bucking his hips up so hard I nearly bounce off him. “I can see it in your eyes. The thought excites you. The power.”
He’s right, and that scares the shit out of me. There is a tiny, fucked-up part of me that wonders what it would be like to press harder, to watch those green eyes roll back, to hold someone’s life in my hands the way he held Richards’. The thought sends an electric thrill through me that I immediately hate myself for.
“Just shut up,” I snarl.
I grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back, shutting him up for a blessed second. My hips never stop moving, grinding down on him with a fury that has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with power.
“You don’t know what I want,” I hiss, slamming down on him so hard my thighs burn with the effort.
But that fucking smirk is back on his face. “I know exactly what you want,” he growls, grabbing my ass with both handsand spreading me wider. “You want to feel something. Anything besides fear. You want to be in control for once. You want to make me lose mine.”
I hate how right he is. I dig my nails into his chest, leaving crescent-shaped marks as I ride him harder, faster, chasing the high that will make me forget everything else.
“Fuck you,” I spit out, my voice breaking as he hits that perfect spot inside me.
“You’re already doing that, baby,” he taunts, thrusting up to meet me. “And doing a pretty good job of it too.”
I slap him across the face, the sound echoing through the bedroom. His head snaps to the side, and for a split second, I’m terrified of what I’ve just done. But when he looks back at me, his pupils are blown wide, a red mark blooming on his cheek, and his cock somehow gets even harder inside me.
“Again,” he demands, voice rough with lust.
I hesitate for just a moment before slapping his other cheek, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“You’re so fucked up,” I pant, but I’m no better, getting wetter with every slap.
“We both are,” he agrees, grabbing my hips and slamming me down onto him. “That’s why we work so well together.”
“You gonna come for me, Satan?” I taunt, circling my hips in a way that makes his breath hitch. “Or do I need to make you beg for it?”
His laugh is dark and dangerous. “I told you before, I don’t beg.” He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit. “But I will make you scream.”
I tighten my grip around his throat, pushing down hard as my orgasm builds to an unbearable peak.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I scream as everything explodes, my body convulsing wildly around him. My vision blurs at the edges as I come so hard I can barely breathe. I’m still riding the wavewhen I feel his cock pulse inside me, his body tensing beneath mine.
“Seraphina,” he chokes out, my name strangled by my grip on his throat.
In one swift motion, he flips us over, still buried deep inside me. My back hits the mattress as he looms over me, my hand never leaving his throat. He thrusts into me, once, twice, three times before burying himself to the hilt.
I feel him emptying inside me, hot pulses filling me up as he keeps grinding against me, working through his release. His face is flushed dark red from the lack of oxygen, veins standing out in his neck and forehead, but his eyes are locked on mine like I’m the only thing anchoring him to this world.
He leans down and captures my mouth in a vicious kiss. It’s full of teeth and tongue and desperation, like he’s trying to crawl inside me through my mouth.
I bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting copper as he groans into my mouth.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both gasping for air. My hand falls away from his throat, leaving angry red marks that will definitely bruise. Good, I want him marked. I want everyone to know what we did, what we are. I am his and he is mine.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, rolling off me but immediately pulling me against his side. “You might actually kill me.”
