"Tell me to stop," he growled, pressing me against the wall. "Tell me to walk away now and I will."
I answered by ripping his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His skin burned beneath my palms, the scarsrough against my fingertips. He groaned as I scraped my nails down his chest.
"Juno," he breathed, the word half warning, half begging me not to tell him to keep going.
I silenced him with another brutal kiss, sending him backward until he hit the edge of the bed, still holding me up. He sat heavily, and I followed, settling onto his lap, grinding against the hard length of him.
"Fuck," he growled against my lips, his hands flying to my hips, guiding my movements.
Thiswas power.Thiswas control. In my mind, I was taking it back, showing him that I was the one with all the cards. That I could make him desperate, could make him want, could make him beg.
His fingers fumbled with the fastenings of my pants, and I raised up just enough to let him push them down. I kicked them away impatiently, then reached for his belt, unfastening it with trembling hands.
"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding strained as I freed him from his pants, my hand wrapping around his cock. He was thick and warm, the swollen head already glistening as he strained in my grip.
"Don't ask me that," I hissed, stroking him once, twice. "Don't pretend this is something it's not."
His answering laugh was bitter, but it turned into a groan as I positioned myself over him. I sank down slowly, taking him inside me inch by inch, watching his face contort with pleasure and restraint. When I was fully seated, his hands tightened on my hips, but he didn't move, letting me set the pace, letting me keep this control.
I began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that was punishing for us both. Too fast, too hard, but neither of us cared. This wasn't about pleasure, it was about proving something.
"Juno," he groaned, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. He pulled, forcing my head back, exposing my throat. His mouth latched onto my pulse, teeth scraping sensitive skin.
I gasped when his teeth raked my throat, my nails digging into his shoulders in response. The pain-pleasure of it sent lightning through my body, making me clench around him. He growled against my throat, his hips bucking upward suddenly, driving deeper.
"Fuck you," I hissed, grinding down harder.
Something snapped in me then. I shoved him backward onto the bed, my hands pinning his wrists above his head. His eyes burned up at me, pupils blown wide with desire. I rode him mercilessly, using him for my pleasure, watching his face contort as I changed my angle, as I took him deeper.
"Is this what you wanted?" I demanded, sweat beading on my skin. "To have me like this?"
"Yes," he admitted, the word torn from him.
I increased my pace, my thighs burning with the effort. His wrists strained against my grip, but he didn't break free. The friction was exquisite, his thick length hitting places inside me that made my vision blur.
Without warning, he surged upward, breaking my hold, and flipped us. My back hit the mattress hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Now he loomed over me, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider.
"My turn," he growled.
He drove into me with savage force, each thrust followed by the creaking protest of the ancient bed. I arched against him, my nails raking down his back, leaving angry red lines across the scars.
"I hate you," I gasped, even as my body screamed in pleasure, tightening around him, pulsing and throbbing.
"I know," he said, slamming into me hard at the same time he pulled on my hair, tipping my head back against the pillow. "Tell me again."
"I hate you," I repeated, pulling him down for a bruising kiss, biting his lower lip hard enough to taste copper. "I hate what you've done to me."
He groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding beneath my hips to angle me higher. The change in position sent him impossibly deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, using the leverage to roll us again. We tumbled across the narrow bed until I was on top once more, my hands braced on his chest.
"Look at me," I demanded, slowing my pace to a torturous grind. "Look at what you can never, ever have again."
Naked hunger and something far more dangerous flared behind his eyes, which had darkened nearly to black now. His hand slid between our bodies, fingers finding my center with unerring accuracy. I gasped as he circled my swollen and sensitive clit, my rhythm faltering.
I leaned down, my hair forming a curtain around our faces as I kissed him again. He took advantage of my momentary distraction, rolling us yet again until he had me pinned beneath him. This time, he hooked my leg over his shoulder, opening me completely to his assault. The new angle was devastating, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
"Cypher," I moaned, unable to contain it any longer. "Please..."
"Please what?" he demanded, never slowing his relentless pace. Sweat glistened on his brow, on the hard planes of his chest, dripping onto me from above. "Tell me what you need. I'll give you anything. You want the cold, blackened heart beating in my fucking chest? Have it.Takeit."
