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“What do I have to do?” he pants after breaking the kiss. His eyes are locked with mine, the blue in them dulled out by the inky black center threatening to take over. “Tell me, do I have to hurt you? Will that be enough?”

A moment of silence drags on between us, and then a bubble of laughter escapes him, but it’s not the cheerful kind.

It’s the kind that says I’m a complete psychopath.

“Or maybe that’s what you want? Maybe you like the pain? Maybe you want to see how far you can push me before I fall off the ledge?” He presses against me, and I feel his beast threatening to break free. “Spoiler alert, I’ve already fallen off the cliff edge, baby.”

This time I grit my teeth and do the only thing I can manage in this position. I pick up my foot and bring it down on his as hard as possible.

It couldn’t have hurt too much, but it surprised him enough that his grip on my wrists loosened. I pull them free and start giving him what he wants.

I slap his face, then smack away his hand as he tries to take hold again. When he grabs my wrist, I let him, then pull his hand close to my mouth and bite down on the digits.

“Fuck!” He lets go, and so do I. I catch sight of bright red marks embedded in his skin before he shakes his hand. His psychopath laughter echoes around us.

“All right. So you do have some fight left in you.” He takes me around the waist with one arm and begins pulling me toward the bedroom. My hands and feet are flying. I’m not sure where the hits land, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. He doesn’t even bat an eye or grunt, and it’s terrifying.

Just as we reach the bed, he reaches into the nightstand. I fight harder than ever, screaming now. I’m like an animal, frantic, my voice breaking from the strain, sweat rolling down the back of my neck.

I’m angry and terrified. I want to hurt him. I want him to know what it feels like to be discarded.

“That’s right. Tire yourself out.” He laughs.

I land on the bed with a thud, and not even a second later, he is on top of me. No matter how much I struggle, he still manages to tie my wrists together, almost as if I’m not moving at all.

“I hate you!” I spit the words into the air, and he flips me onto my stomach. I try to push onto my knees, but he shoves me down with a hand to the center of my back.

Then he binds the silk cord to the headboard.

“Hate me all you want, but this ends when I decide,” he snarls into my ear.

My heartbeat skyrockets as I try to fight against the ties. It’s useless, but I don’t want to go down without a fight.

His knuckles drag along my hips as he yanks my leggings down around my knees, followed by my thong. I know he’s going to see what this is doing to me. Even if I don’t want to admit it, even though every part of me hates how he makes me feel when he takes me by the hips and pulls them back, exposing me, I feel the air hit my wet lips. Through this whole thing, I’ve never been more turned on by the man in my entire life.

“If you thought I didn’t give a shit about you before, wait until the night is over.” There’s a promise of pain and so much venom in his voice.

He acts like I’m the one who hurt him.

“I’m done with you, Lucas! I’m done doing whatever the hell we’re doing,” I yell, my voice cracking with raw emotion.

“Lie to me again; lie and tell me that the arousal dripping out of your cunt isn’t from me.” He delivers a sharp slap against my left cheek like he’s punishing me. I bite down on the pillow under me to hold back a shout. “You can’t, you fucking can’t, and it’s because I spark something in you. I douse your fire with gasoline. Even if you hate me, I doubt, you still want my cock inside you.” Another slap, harder this time. Blistering pain spreads through me, throbbing in time with my racing pulse.

Like the sinister bastard he is, he slips a finger between my lips, dragging my arousal from my clit to my asshole. Regardless of my feelings at that moment, I can’t help but moan while my body gives me away, my hips lift, and I push back against his finger.

“I knew it was true.” He chuckles like a mad man. “You don’t want this to end. You’re just angry and maybe a little jealous, but you still want my cock deep inside you.”

I don’t say a word, answering instead by kicking my feet at him. I hit what feels like his thigh, and he delivers another slap against my right cheek. The next time I kick, he moves out of the way and spreads my thighs wider before positioning himself between them.

Now I’m trapped, no longer able to kick him and spread wide for his pleasure. He grabs me by the hips and pulls upward, tilting me so my pussy is bare to him. Instead of lapping up my juices, like I anticipated and hoped, he first drags his teeth over where he slapped me. The skin still burns and throbs in the aftermath.

A scream rips from my throat, but because the sensations are so intense, I don’t know what else to do. It’s like I’m so sensitive even the slightest touch is enough to drive me out of my mind. He does it again and again until I’m close to the edge, teetering on it, about to fall over.

Then the bastard flicks my clit.

Only once, with the very tip of his tongue.

I explode, shrieking when the tension hits its height before breaking. It goes on and on, my body spasming, my arousal drips down my thighs, flowing freely, and Lucas laps them up greedily, grunting like an animal once I can finally hear him over my dying moans.


Tags: C. Hallman Romance