He didn’t reply.
‘I know you don’t believe me, but I truly am.’
‘I do believe you,’ he said quietly, taking me by surprise.
‘Then why won’t you touch me?’ I asked, surprised as the emotion that question stirred in me. I blinked back the tears, remembering what he’d said about me crying earlier. ‘Don’t you want me?’
He turned, his face pulled into a deep scowl. ‘You think I don’t want you? My cock is weeping for you, princess. God help me, I always want you.’
‘So, what are you waiting for? I’m right here.’
‘Because I’m so fucking angry and I don’t want to hurt you,’ he growled.
‘That’s never stopped you before,’ I reminded him.
‘Oh, but it has, princess. You think you’ve seen me angry? You have never seen the real me. He’s a devil and he will fucking devour you.’
I ran my hand down his chest and heard the low growl in his throat vibrating through his body. ‘Then show me.’
He moved before I’d even finished my sentence, flipping me over and pinning me to the mattress with the weight of his body. ‘Don’t tempt me, princess,’ he snarled.
‘I’m not. You could never hurt me,’ I said as I stared into his eyes. ‘Not like that.’
He sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me so fiercely that I struggled for breath. He pushed his tongue deep inside, claiming me. I responded as greedily for him. We were both angry, both in need of some release.
He grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head with one of his giant hands as the other ran down my body, tugging at my panties until they were halfway down my legs. He shifted between my thighs, nestling between them as much as he could given that my ability to spread them wide was restricted by my underwear.
He reached for his cock, gripping it firmly as he guided the tip into my hot entrance. I gasped into his mouth and he responded by pushing himself inside me – as far as he could go. I wasn’t quite ready and I winced at the burning sensation as he stretched me wide open. I tried to wrench my mouth away, but he wouldn’t let me and he bit down on my lip as he pounded into me. After a few thrusts, he threw his head back and let out a loud growl of frustration.
‘Goddamn fucking panties,’ he roared as he pushed himself up onto his knees and using both of his hands, he tore them straight down the middle before throwing the material over his shoulder. ‘What have I told you about wearing panties when you’re in this house with me?’ Then he grabbed my thighs and pushed them apart, almost pressing them flat to the bed.
I looked up at him, his fierce, hard body vibrating with tension and anger, and his face full of rage. My pulse quickened. Why the hell was this so freaking hot? I wanted him as much as I ever had. He leaned back down, taking one of my wrists in each hand and pinning them to either side of my head.
He nudged at my opening again, his breathing hard and ragged. A fine sheen of sweat coated his forehead. ‘You don’t have to hold back,’ I whispered.
He glared at me. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t,’ he growled as he thrust himself inside me, impaling me with his cock. Then he buried his face in my neck as he nailed me to the bed. He growled and cursed in Spanish in between biting and sucking on my tender flesh. I felt a rush of cream and heat as he increased his pace, driving against that one spot inside of me. Over and over. Until I was coming apart around him.
My own groans of pleasure seemed to tip him over the edge and he climaxed with a roar. For a few brief moments, everything that had happened in the past few days was forgotten and all that existed in the world was the two of us. I wrapped my legs around him and we lay together for a few moments, him breathing heavily against my neck and me panting under the weight of him.
‘Fuck!’ I heard him mumble before he pushed himself up and walked to the bathroom without another word. I watched after him and swallowed the sob in my throat.
Asshole!
I heard the sound of running water and then a few seconds later, he walked back into the room with a damp washcloth. I blinked at him as he sat beside me on the bed.
‘I think I bit you a little too hard, princess,’ he said as he brushed my hair away and held the cloth to my neck. ‘I might have broken the skin.’
‘What?’ my hand flew instinctively to my neck and he moved the cloth so I could feel. ‘It didn’t hurt. I hardly even felt it.’
I brushed over the area he’d been tending to and my fingers rubbed over the small indents his teeth had left. Pulling my hand away, I checked for blood but there wasn’t any. He placed the cloth back against my neck.
‘Lo siento,’ he said, apologizing in Spanish.
‘It’s okay. Your spankings hurt much more,’ I said with a half grin.
‘Not for your neck. Well, maybe a little for your neck. I didn’t mean to bite you so hard. But I’m mostly sorry about what I said earlier.’
I nodded at him. ‘I know how worried you must be.’