Page 122 of Unlock My Heart

The seconds tick by, and just when I’m about to scramble off the bed and tell him, What I thought, he drops to his hands and knees.

Fabien’s gaze holds mine with so much fire I might burst into flames as he crawls across the bedroom floor.

The power goes straight to my head. The desire goes straight between my thighs. This arrogant made man is crawling for little ole me.

A nobody.

The thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth as Fabien comes to a stop at the edge of the bed. He silently looks up at me. “You alright, baby?”

I wet my lips. “No talking. Lay down on the floor, on your back.”

He complies, and I climb off the bed and crawl onto his hard body, straddling him.

Fabien’s hands find my hips with a sexy groan, but I knock them away. “No touching. I’m going to grind on your ridiculously big cock and get off, and you’re going to lie there and take it. Don’t you dare come,” I warn him.

Lifting my dress, I begin to grind myself against his cock, the head having slipped out of his boxer slit. My panties are drenched, and he groans at the contact. “Be quiet, or I’ll gag you,” I warn him.

Fabien grits his teeth as I lean forward and hold onto his broad shoulders, grinding my clit against the head.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Mentally reminding myself on each forward movement.

“Just like that,” he rasps. “Show me those claws.”

“No talking!” I take those claws, running them down his chest, along the red lines where his razor cuts are healing.

He grabs my wrist, bringing my hand back down to his chest. “Harder. Draw blood.”

“Do I need to gag you?” I say in an exasperated tone, ignoring the fluttering of my pussy at the idea.

“Probably,” he admits, and I don’t hate that idea, either. In fact, my body loves that idea; I shudder violently.

Fabien’s eyes fill with heat and humor. “You’re in charge, but can I just say how sexy you are?”

I jolt to standing, and Fabien starts, “Sienna, wait⁠—”

Yanking off my panties, I plop back onto his cock and shove the wadded ball of lace in his mouth. “Now, that’s better,” I murmur, dizzy with the feeling of being in control of this dangerous man.

His eyes take me in silently as my grinding becomes faster, my movement a bit less smooth as the pleasure begins taking over.

My chest juts forward as I lean my arms back, holding onto his muscular thighs as I use his cock to get myself off. I refuse to make eye contact, fearing doing so will break my resolve.

The man’s already broken me enough.

Anger and lust propel me forward, my body screaming for release.

On the next forward grind of my hips, my head falls back on a silent scream, light flashing beneath my eyes as I come.

My eyes flutter open to find Fabien watching me so intently I have to look away.

I dismount and rise, grinding my right boot in the center of the man’s chest. “This is what it feels like to be used and left like a piece of trash.” I give him a little shove with my heel before righting my dress and marching out of the bedroom.

I take my seat and buckle up, but before I can process what just happened, Fabien joins me, wearing only his pants. He leans over, his warm breath tickling my ear; I fight to remain unbothered. “Use me, baby, as much as you need. I’ll be a good boy and play along. But when I finally pry these sexy thighs open, all fucking mine. The first time I claimed you, I was gentle. Not this time. I’m going to wreck this pussy, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

He rights himself, and I narrow my eyes, ignoring the pulsating between my legs. “Not even a snowball’s chance.”

He smiles smugly. “Like those odds.”