“Do you understand, Camilla?”
I nod in response. “Yes, sir. I think I like it when you don’t play fair, though.”
His nostrils flare. “I think you might be right.”
I notice the way his chest rises and falls with deep rasping breaths as his unique hazel irises fix on me with an intensity that could knock me off my feet, if he weren’t holding me, supporting me.
His strong and painful grip on my hip is a reminder of how dangerous this man is. How utterly depraved. I shiver, not because of the cold, but because this man affects me in ways that I never dreamed of.
“Sir, what are we—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he yanks me hard against him and his lips cover mine. They’re forceful and demanding against my own as he thrusts his tongue through my lips, searching my mouth with frenetic desperation.
There’s nothing gentle about it as he devours me from the inside out, clawing at my hips as he does.
I moan and set my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, wanting nothing more than to get as close as physically possible to him. It’s as if I’ve needed him all my life. As if I’ve been waiting for this moment.
He lifts me off my feet, forcing me to wrap my legs around his strong hips. And then his lips move from mine lower to my collarbone, where he bites me hard.
I yelp in surprise, but the pain only adds to the heat flaring between us. A heat that feels like it wants to burn me to cinders and leave me as nothing but ash in its wake.
My pain doesn’t stop him as he continues to bite my skin like a rabid animal. Slowly, my yelps of surprise turn into whimpers of pleasure as I fork my fingers through his dark hair, feeling the pressure building deep within. Out of instinct, my hips grind up and down, trying to find friction at my throbbing center.
“I want to fucking devour you, Camilla,” he groans against my skin. “You would run far away if you knew all the fucked up things I want to do to you.”
“Maybe you underestimate how fucked up I am,” I gasp as he pushes down the front of my dress and sucks on my nipple roughly. And then he bites and I can’t believe how good the pain feels.
“Sir, what are you—”
“Silence,” he growls, pulling the other side of my dress down and doing the same on my other nipple.
I moan, my panties wet between my thighs as I grind myself against the hard bulge at his crotch. The need for him is so consuming it feels like it’s trying to swallow me whole. “Please, sir.”
He stops, looking at me with a feral expression. “Please, what? What is it you want, Camilla?”
I swallow hard, losing the courage I’d had a moment ago as I stare into those alluring hazel eyes. “I’m not sure.”
“Liar,” he growls, biting my collarbone like an animal until I’m sure he’s going to pierce the skin. “Tell me what you want.” And then he does bite me hard enough to pierce the skin, licking at my blood like a beast. “Tell me, now.”
“You,” I whimper, my pussy so wet I can feel my panties are soaked between my thighs. “I want you, sir.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” He kisses a path up my neck and then bites my earlobe, making me shudder. “I want specifics from that dirty little masochistic mind of yours.”
I swallow hard. “Everything. I want you to hurt me, sir.”
He pinches my nipples hard, making my entire body shudder. “Like that?”
I nod and whimper. “Yes, and I want you to humiliate me. Treat me like your pet.”
He groans and grinds his hard cock against my center. “Tell me more.”
“And I want you to tease me and deny me until I’m begging you to fuck me.”
A beast like growls come from his throat and he bites my bottom lip hard until I taste blood. “You want me to fuck you, Camilla? Are you sure you know what you are asking for?”
I nod in response. “Yes, sir. I want it more than anything in this world.”
His nostrils flare as he pulls back and searches my face with those beautiful eyes of his. “You want to give a monster your virginity? Is that right, Camilla?”