Pain flares along my lip, and I jerk back. I can taste blood on my tongue, sharp and metallic. That only makes me smile. “There she is.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” she snarls. “Are you insane?”
I let go of her hair, my hand trailing around her throat, giving it a small squeeze before it trails lower between her breasts, down her stomach. Her breath catches as I go lower still, nestling my palm between her legs. I glance up sharply.
“Did that turn you on?” I purr, slowly moving my fingers around her clit, feeling the dampness between her thighs. “Do you like being held down?”
Desire flashes in her eyes before she can hide it from me. Cara says nothing as I continue touching her. Instead, her thighs part just a bit more, giving me easier access, and I know I’ve won. But that’s not what I want. I want her to fight back.
Cara cries out in surprise as I slap her pussy, forcing her body to jump beneath mine. I can tell she wants to fight me off, but something’s holding her back. She wants this. Wants me to hold her down, to take this from her. I recognize the look on her face—the same one that stared back at me each hungover morning the past few years. She wants the pain. So she can forget her own.
I make short work of her shirt and leggings, ripping her thong from her hips in one smooth motion with a growl. Her nails claw at my hands, my wrist, her face twisted in a snarl in a poor attempt to dissuade me. But just seeing that spark flare to life has me harder than I’ve ever been. And I want more of it.
More of her.
Her bra drops to the floor, leaving her bare and exposed. I draw a nipple in my mouth, a rush of fire sweeping through me as her back arches. She tries to push me away, but I grab her wrists again, pinning them to the bed on either side of her, shackling her. I scrape her taut peak with my teeth before sucking, my tongue smoothing away the sharp pain.
“Killian—” Her voice is full of warning, tinged with desperation, but I don’t stop.
“Fight me off,” I growl.
Cara glares at me, her eyes full of fire. But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t stop me. Her chest heaves, and her body trembles. I think that’s it—that it’s all she has left in her—when suddenly…she spits. Right in my face.
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CARA
He slowly wipes my spit from his face, his lips twitching into a smirk. Because, of course, the sick bastard would enjoy that. I shouldn’t have fought him. Or maybe I shouldn’t be giving in this early, but it’s futile. He wants me to fight—wants me to hit back—even if I’d never win. I rebel against the hot sensation sweeping through me as he pins me to the bed, trying to ignore my own need rising.
“More,” Killian demands. He kisses a path from my neck, running his mouth between my breasts, surprisingly gentle. But I don’t want gentle. I want enough pain to match the hurt already buried inside.
His head moves lower, the wet heat of his tongue trailing fire down my body, and I tighten as he presses his face between my thighs. Hot breath brushes over my sensitive clit, liquefying the tension in my body. Fisting the comforter beneath his iron-like grip, I fight the urge to grind my hips into his mouth. To fully feel the heat and wetness consume me.
He’s trying to humiliate me. To embarrass me and force me to do what he wants—to fight back. Pleading with him won’t stop him. But fighting him will only make him demand more. Panic rises in my throat, along with another emotion I don’t want to identify.
Lust? Desire?
His tongue swirls around my clit, and I gasp, instinctively spreading my legs further. Two fingers run over my clit, trailing after his tongue before he thrusts one inside. I bite back a cry of pain, the stinging mixing with unfurling heat. Hot pressure expands as I arch my back, a moan slipping from my lips. I’m unable to do anything but rock my hips against his mouth, his finger.
I want him.
But, at this moment, I also hate him.
Pleasure licks at my veins as I lift my head to watch his mouth between my thighs. Already I was so close to release. So close that I would do anything he wanted just for him to get me there.
“Please, don’t stop.” I hate begging him, especially like this. But I need it.
His tongue laps and sucks, his finger working inside me harder, thrusting in and out. It’s all I can do to keep my mind from scattering so completely. The fire threatens to burn me alive, the pressure building between my legs. With one sharp lick, he sends me over the edge. My body tenses once before waves of pleasure roll through me, hitting me again and again with mindless ecstasy.
I barely feel as he releases me, barely feel him move from between my thighs. Hazily, I lift my head to see what he’d do next. His hand swipes across his mouth, wiping away the glistening juices that still clung to his lips.
“Killian?” I never know what he’ll do next. For a brief second, my eyes flick towards the door, wondering if he’ll lock me in again. Panic flares in my chest.
His eyes follow mine before swinging back to me. “I’m not locking you up in here.”
My mind snags on the last two words.In here.“But you won’t be allowed to leave the apartment.”
“What?” I can barely breathe. “You’re going to keep me prisoner?”