But it was too late. My nails sunk into his hand until droplets of blood started to roll.
The smell got to me almost immediately. It smelled...like the most delicious thing I had ever come across.
He watched as a drop of blood trailed down his arm. Then he looked at me triumphantly. “Hungry?” he asked in a sing-song voice. I started trembling, my mouth watering. Evidently the guys had no problem taking advantage of my new blood lust to get what they wanted from me.
He let go of my throat and in a flash he tossed me toward the bed and I laid out on my back on his bed like a buffet. He climbed onto me and pinned my arms above my head. I tried to struggle but all it succeeded in doing was rubbing me against him, which immediately set my body on fire. I was starving, and I didn’t know which one I wanted more. His body...or his blood.
He caught both of my wrists in one hand, re-pinning them to the bed over my head. His free hand ripped my dress off my body until I was bare to him except for my bra and my miniscule thong.
“Look at this…” He palmed the side of my rear end and snapped the thong quickly against my hip.
“Don’t touch me!” I ordered halfheartedly, letting out a soft moan at the heat of his hand as it traveled softly across my skin.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” he said, wedging a hand under my hips as he cupped me between the legs. I gasped. I felt a finger dip under the elastic of the panties and sliding toward my heat, his greedy finger sliding over my silkiness, teasing me. I let out another groan. His hands were magic.
“Hmmm...seems like you’re enjoying this,” he teased as he let out a sexy laugh that only turned me on further. “Could it be? Do you enjoy playing games?”
I squeezed my eyes shut tight and held my breath. His finger circled leisurely and then I felt him gyrate ever so slightly against my behind. “You do. Fuck. You’re perfect.”
His tongue traced from my earlobe down to the crook of my shoulder. “How did I get this lucky?”
“Not by your personality, that’s for sure,” I muttered as I found myself moving against him.
Why did I say that? Why was I provoking him? There had to be something wrong with me because Thane had lied to me. They all lied to me. And here I was practically begging to be under his body.
I was so screwed up. I hated that it felt good. Was I just as sick and twisted as him? He kept going and then he started to rub circles around my clit, eliciting an “ah” from me. He leaned in to my ear and announced, “Guess you don’t hate me as much as you thought.”
I guessed I didn’t hate him. Or at least I didn’t hate what he could do for my body. He wasn’t pinning my arms any longer and yet I was obeying him.
“Please, Thane,” I begged, not even sure what I was begging for, and I opened my legs for him.
His weight fell between my thighs, and without ceremony, he slid into me. A groan of relief sounded out of both of us. He started pounding into me, grunting a myriad of nonsensical words as he did so. I did catch one sentence. “Your body was fucking made for me.”
I wholeheartedly agreed.
Goose bumps popped up all over me. Thane laughed low in his throat, a knowing laugh, knowing that he owned me, reveling in the fact that my body was doing just what he wanted it to do. He leaned back, rotated his hips, and smacked me across the top of my ass with his hand, as he drove in. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a loud “ah.” He hit again with his hand, making me scream out not only in pain, but also in pleasure because inside, he was hitting that spot. He touched me then, forcing my body to explode.
He leaned forward and grabbed my throat, mid-climax and lifted me back up to my knees, grinding out a husky, “Perfect, baby.” He kept going, hand covering my throat possessively, as he used me like a ragdoll. He went on for what felt like forever. Just when I thought that it was going to last forever, his mouth moved to my neck. He glided over sensitive places inside of me, making me feel so good that I didn’t even realize it was happening until his teeth had sunk into my shoulder. I let out a scream that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
A husky groan fell from his mouth as he licked the blood that trickled down my shoulder. I knew I should hate it, but I didn’t. I just wanted his in return.
I didn’t even have a frame of mind to judge myself.
I flipped suddenly, surprising him with the movement and allowing me to be on top. I kissed him, biting his lip hard as I did so until drops of blood started to fall onto my tongue. We both let out low groans of pleasure.
Time seemed to stop after that as we kept going and going until I couldn’t even remember my name, or why I was mad. There was only Thane. There was only this moment.
When it was all over, I was limp on top of him, totally spent. I could do nothing but just lie there. I wasn’t sure what to think about what I had just discovered about myself. I had never thought I would get turned on by being dominated.
But I had been more than turned on. I had fucking loved it.
Something was so wrong with me. I didn’t know if it had always been lurking there, or if I had been conditioned to act like this by them.
I rolled off of him and lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Stop it,” Thane said, pulling me back onto him.
“Stop what?” I asked in a frustrated voice.