Page 299 of Coal Hearts

Not a single one.

He held me and rinsed in snow, then flipped the water back to hot and yanked me under it.

I spluttered as he pressed me against the chilly tiles and dropped his hand between my legs.

I shot onto my tiptoes as a single finger found me, slipped through my shower-wet folds, then penetrated.

Good God—

The invasion.

The intrusion.

I gritted my teeth as he stroked me.

I didn’t fight back as he hooked his finger and found that disloyal, deluded spot.

My tummy clenched as he continued to touch with all the arrogance of a man who knew I had nowhere else to go.

The stagnant silence and heavy weight of cursed synergy between us only made my heart thunder harder.

Bending his neck, he pressed his mouth to the vein in my throat.

I didn’t know if he meant to kiss me or bite me, but all my senses shot to where his lips caressed, scrambling as his one finger became two, and he still didn’t speak.

He rocked his hand between my legs all while his cock hung heavy and hungry between his.

Billowing steam thickened, obscuring his face as he pulled away from my neck and ensnared me with his silver stare.

Every urge and self-preservation ordered me to look down. To bow or kneel or do any number of things to get him off me and far, far away.

But a guttural groan fell from him as his fingers feathered inside me, and my body finally answered.

Against my will.

Against the very fabric of right and wrong.

I grew wet from his skilled touch.

I had no power over the tingles and tugging.

My cheeks blazed as he worked me deeper, harder, his hand pumping in that perfect rhythm, his thumb finding my clit and forcing me deeper, deeper into a vortex that promised sublime shattering.

I grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him.

His tendons flexed beneath my hold, but he never ceased.

His fingers withdrawing and thrusting, in and out of me.

Our gazes locked as he forced me higher on my tiptoes, knowing I couldn’t run. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t stop this.

He might’ve been speaking the truth that our previous couplings hadn’t been rape, but now I knew who he truly was.

And this...this wasn’t wanted.

I opened my mouth to tell him no. To see if that word held any power.

But his hand clamped over my lips, and he shook his head.