“You belong to me. That means pain when I say, pleasure when I allow.”
Smack!
“That means your cunt is mine.” He jabs his finger to the side of my temple, tapping hard and making me flinch. “Your cuntandthis pathetic little mind that can’t stay out of trouble.”
I whimper again, and the sound makes his cock pulse deep inside me. I’m trembling, crying, but something in me clenches tighter with every cruel word.
He feels it.
He smiles.
“Don’t tell me you like it when I hurt you?”
He bites my shoulder hard enough to bleed.
I bear it, though. Because, God, I want to lean into him. Have him closer still. But I’m too scared. Too unsure of what he wants or whether I can survive it.
“You need to be branded by my touch. So I’ll ruin you. Fuck you so goddamn deep, you’ll feel hollow and ache for me the second I pull out.”
He spins me and slams my back into the slick tile. The cold shock against my spine barely registers. My legs lock around his waist, arms hooking behind his neck instinctively. Like I belong there.
“I’m sorry,” I sob near his ear, kissing, soothing, burying my face to the hard muscle of his neck.
But there’s no mercy in him.
Every thrust is cruel. Deep. Violating. He tears me open, pounding harder, harder, like he’s trying to punish my soul for trusting another man, even for a ride home.
I gasp, wince, whimper. But I don’t tell him to stop.
To my surprise, I want him like this.
Showing me he loves me.
Which he does...I think.
“Grayson,” I squeak. “You still love me, right?”
Wrong question.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head back.
“Love?”
He drops me so fast I yelp.
My knees hit tile. Hot water sheets over me. I look up, wide-eyed, heart slamming.
He’s a god above me. Massive. Hard. Unforgiving. He grips the handcuff chain still dangling from my wrists and cups his cock with it, dragging the cold metal up the thick length of him.
The sound he makes isn’t human. A low, guttural groan of possessive madness.
“Love… what a laugh. You let another man chain you,” he murmurs, dark. “He touched what’s mine. You let him handle my fucking property.”
“I didn’t!” I cry. “Riser didn’t get far. He didn’t have sex with me. Only you have.”
Smack.
His hand flies across my cheek! Not forceful enough to knock me back, but sharp. Stinging. Claiming.
