Page 302 of Coal Hearts

Just a breathy little groan as he notched his crown inside me and paused.

His fingers gripped my hips, his knees spread mine a little more.

The broadness of his cock sent messages of conquest throughout my entire body. He hadn’t even filled me, yet he’d conquered me just by holding me in place, knotting us together like animals, dragging out the moment of suspense. Not giving me peace, not penetrating or pleasuring or putting me out of my tangled, terrible misery.

I waited.

I waited just like I’d waited for help to come.

And when I didn’t think I could wait any longer, he pressed a kiss to the beads of my spine and—

Thrust.

All the way in.

Thick and hard, long and dominating.

I cried out.

I gagged on a scream.

He growled as he seated himself ever so deep inside me.

He folded over my back, wrapped his arm around my chest, and palmed my swinging breasts. His hand clutched far, far too tight.

His teeth sank into my shoulder as if to scar me with ownership, and then...he rode me.

He didn’t have sex with me.

He rutted.

He turned off his humanity and mated me like a monster.

And all I could do was brace.

Brace against his pounding. His punishment. His pulsing, maddening thrusts.

I hated that the small fire he’d kindled grew brighter and brighter flames.

I hated that my hips started matching his, slapping us together with wet sucks from the shower and loud claps from our skin.

I hated that his teeth started to feel good.

The way he pinched my nipples felt good.

The way he drove again and again felt oh so fucking good.

And I had a choice.

A single choice in that single sinful moment.

Come and claim this forced sex as mine.

Or let him come and think he ruled me.

As darkness wisped over my sanity and despair cancelled out my dignity, I made that choice.

I changed beneath him.