Page 67 of Ruined By a Devil

“On your knees.”

She hesitates, sitting up on her heels. She crosses her arms over her chest, a defiant spark still lighting her eyes, pushing back just to see how I’ll break her resistance.

I step between her legs and wrap my hand in her hair and pull her head back, exposing her throat.

“Hands down,” I command and she drops her palms flat against the mattress, her lips swollen and parted.

“Look at me,” I say and she lifts her chin in obedience. “You belong to me,” I tell her, tracing the line of her collarbone with my thumb. “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” She whispers.

“Good.” I slide my hand down her stomach, caressing her skin in a painfully slow move, before I push her onto her back.

I don’t give her a slow, gentle transition. I take her mouth apart, kissing her as if my kisses will mark her for life, as if it’s the only way to make sure she’ll always be mine. Because it is. She claws at my shoulders, her legs wrapping tight around my waist, matching my tempo perfectly.

“You’ve been hungry for me, Jade,” I whisper between the kisses.

“Mm—” She moans, unable to speak properly.

When I start to sink into her, she cries out. I stop, wait and then slowly press deeper, finding the delicate, untouched barrier of her innocence.

“Look at me,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to lock my gaze with hers.

“Malachi—”

“Breathe through it,” I tell her, my voice low.

She nods and I take that as a sign to press forward, making her wince, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the barrier gives way. I cover her mouth with mine instantly, swallowing the sound, kissing her deep and hard while keeping perfectly still inside her. I hold her tight, absorbing her flinch and wait. I allow the sharp sting to fade, my lips trailing down her jaw.

Then I start moving and she moans, her back arching off the sheets. I grab her hips, anchoring her flat to the bed, setting a hard, punishing pace that makes her gasp my name over and over.

Every time she tries to buck her hips to take more control, I hold her down. “Hold still,” I tell her, grinding my hips down to keep her trapped under me.

“Malachi, please—” She whines, her nails digging half-moons into my back.

“I didn’t say you could move.” I bite the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck. “I dictate how this goes. Not you.”

Jade thrashes under me, completely unraveled. She craves the heavy, immovable weight of my control and I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.

“Beautiful,” I murmur against her ear. “Look how perfectly you take me.”

Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in ragged sobs. I can feel the tight clench of her muscles, pushing her right to the absolute edge and that’s when I stop moving. I watch as her eyes snap open, wild and unfocused.

“Don’t,” She begs. “Please…”

“Don’t what?” I ask, hovering right above her, my arms braced on either side of her head, my hard dick pressed on her center but not moving.

“Don’t stop. Malachi, don’t stop.”

“Ask me properly.” I brush my thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Beg me for it, Jade.”

She tries twisting her hips, desperate for friction, but I hold her pinned against the mattress.

“That’s not how this is going to go, Jade,” I whisper.

“Please,” she begs, her voice breaking into a breathless plea. “Please let me come. Please, Malachi.”

A dark, heavy satisfaction settles deep in my bones, thick as smoke.