"Come for me, Belle," he ordered, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make my pulse spike. "I want to hear you scream my name when you do."
I shook my head, my body trembling on the edge, my mind screaming in protest even as my hips jerked forward, chasing the release I didn’t want to give him.
"You will," he promised, his voice a dark whisper. "Or we start all over again."
His cock strained against his sweatpants, thick and heavy, the outline obscene. My stomach twisted, heat and revulsion warring inside me. I hated the way my body reacted—how my pulse jumped, how my fingers twitched between my legs. How wet I was.
Traitor.
Gideon’s voice dropped to a growl, rough and commanding. "Stick two fingers in your dripping pussy, Belle." His breath was hot against my skin, his lips brushing my collarbone before his mouth closed around my nipple. The sharp pull of his teeth sent a jolt straight to my core, and I gasped, my back arching against the wall.
I obeyed.
Two fingers slid inside me, slick and shameful, my body clenching around them. A whimper escaped me, high and needy, and Gideon groaned against my breast, his tongue swirling before he sucked hard enough to make me cry out.
"Fuck, just like that," he murmured, his free hand gripping my hip, fingers digging in possessively. "You take them so well. Imagine how you’d take me."
His words sent another wave of heat through me, my fingers moving faster, my breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. His mouth was relentless, switching to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same brutal attention.
"I can only picture you pregnant with our child," he growled, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Your glorious tits growing heavy with milk. Leaking for me." His teeth grazed my nipple, just enough to sting, and I moaned, my hips jerking against my own hand. "Fuck, I can only imagine what it would taste like—sweet and rich, just for me."
My face burned, shame and something darker, something hungrier, coiling tight in my stomach. His words should’ve disgusted me. Should’ve made me scream, should’ve made me fight.
Instead, my fingers curled deeper inside me, my thumb pressing against my clit, my body betraying me with every shuddering breath.
"You’d be so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. "Round with my child. Mine. Only mine." His hand slid up to join mine, his fingers pressing against my wrist, guiding my movements. "You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you? Beg for me to fill you up, to breed you like the good little girl you are."
His fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make my pulse spike, my breath come in sharp, desperate gasps. The pressure of his hand between my legs guided my own fingers deeper, forcing me to touch myself the way he wanted. My body responded despite everything—my hips rocking, my back arching, my skin flushed and slick with sweat.
"Tell me you want me to get you pregnant," he growled against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before he sucked hard enough to make me whimper. His other hand slid down, his fingers replacing mine, thrusting inside me with a rough, possessive rhythm. "Say it, Belle. Say you want my come breeding you. Say you want to carry my child."
I shook my head, my fingers clawing at his wrist, but my body betrayed me—my hips lifting into his touch, my breath hitching as his thumb pressed against my clit. "No—I?—"
"Liar." His voice was a dark, velvety command, his lips trailing down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. "Your cunt is dripping for it. Your body knows what it wants. Now say it."
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur, my back arching off the wall. "Please?—"
"Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his teeth sharp, his tongue soothing the sting a second later. "Use your words, Belle. Tell me what you want."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight, my body trembling on the edge. "I—I want?—"
"You want my come," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a dark promise. "You want me to fill you up, to breed you, to make you mine in every way possible. Say it."
His fingers worked me relentlessly, his thumb circling my clit, his mouth hot against my skin. My body was a live wire, every nerve alight, every breath a gasp. "Yes—yes, I want it?—"
"Louder." His grip on my throat tightened, just enough to make my pulse race, my voice break. "I want to hear you beg for it."
"Please," I gasped, my hips jerking against his hand, my body so close to the edge I could taste it. "Please, Gideon—I want it—I want you to?—"
"To what?" His voice was a growl, his lips brushing against mine, his breath hot and demanding.
"To breed me," I whispered, the words tasting like shame and need and something darker, something I couldn’t name. "I want you to get me pregnant. I want your come. I want?—"
"You want to be mine." His voice was rough, possessive, his fingers still working me, his body pressing me against the wall. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasped, my body trembling, my release so close I could feel it coiling tight inside me. "I’m yours?—"
"Good girl." His mouth crashed against mine, his kiss brutal and hungry, his fingers driving me over the edge. "Now scream my name. Do it."
