I felt the urge to run. It was instinctive. My breath caught in my throat.
“Stella, if you keep looking at me like that…” His strained words trailed off as he walked in and shut the door, clicking the lock in a smooth movement behind him.
I took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. One more step and I’d be against his bed.
He covered the short distance between us, his aggression hitting me like the wave of a turbulent sea. I placed my hands to his chest and found his heart beating just as fast as mine, if not faster. He put one hand in my hair and another at my throat.
I tilted my head back, wanting to see every bit of his emotion, his need. My own surged inside me and created a blaze in my core.
“You’re still hurt.” He squeezed my throat and used his thumb to turn my head to the side. His lips ran along my jaw as he ghosted his mouth to my ear. “And I won’t be gentle.”
The blast of heat that shot through me at his darkly whispered words was beyond reason, beyond anything I could comprehend. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted everything he had. And I wanted it just as real, just as raw as he was.
“Then don’t be.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He moved his hand down my body and gripped my wrist, rubbing the palm of my hand against his hard cock. “I can’t control myself with you, Stella. Especially not now. I want to make it hurt, make you scream.”
Something in his words clicked inside my mind. He wanted to hurt me. My thoughts flickered back to the first trial—each time he’d hurt me, it was as if he was hurting, too. And he’d never wanted to bring me pain. The second trial proved that beyond doubt. But, here and now, we were two people who didn’t have to be master and slave. Here and now, when I could choose, I wanted him to hurt me.
“I want you to.” I rubbed my hand up and down his cock as it strained against his jeans. My pussy was already wet, and my heartbeat pulsed in my clit.
“You’re making a mistake.” He groaned and yanked my wrist away, twisting it up behind my back. The slight pain sent a buzz straight between my legs.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair right at my scalp and pulled so I was completely at his mercy, my body arching into him. His lips were at mine, his gaze bearing down on me. “If we do this, there is no safe word, Stella. There is no tapping out. I will hurt you. Do you understand? You’re mine.”
“Sin, please.” I wanted every dark thought he’d ever had. I wanted to cede him control freely, not have it taken from me.
He closed his eyes when I used his name. “Say it. Say you’re mine, and I’ll show you how much I can make it hurt.”
My knees grew weak and fear kicked in my breast like a snared rabbit. But fear didn’t rule me. Not here in his arms.
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
He released his hold on me and gripped my robe before yanking it down. His hands were all over me, his eyes locked on mine as he fisted my tank top and pulled it, the seams coming apart with a popping sound. My body jerked forward but he put a hand at my chest. Then, he gripped my shorts and panties with his left hand and yanked twice before ripping them off.
He stepped back, breathing hard, and raked his gaze down my naked body. Goose bumps rose along my flesh, and when he stopped at my pussy, the tightness inside me increased. I felt like I might come just from the pressure of his stare.
“Lay on the bed on your back, head toward me.”
I backed away as he watched, his body completely still. When my knees hit the bed, I sat and then spun so I was on my back and looking at him upside down. His hands went to his belt, his strong fingers nimbly unbuckling it and pulling it slowly loose. He tossed it on the bed next to me. The faint smell of leather filled my nose. He unzipped and pushed his jeans and boxers down while drawing out his rigid cock. I swallowed hard.
His jeans at his hips, he walked to me and gripped my shoulders, pulling me so my head hung off the bed. Blood rushed to my brain, pooling there as the lust pooled between my thighs.
Oh my god. When he rubbed his wet tip across my lips, my nipples stiffened and I scissored my legs, my clit desperate for attention. I darted my tongue across his head and savored the salty taste.