His jaw grinds hard, his dark attention narrowing on me. His hips lift, his cock sliding lower, slipping against my opening as he continues to tighten his hold on my throat.
“You’re going to leave, Bella.”
“Fuck. You.” I challenge him, but the moment his thickness stretches my walls, my mouth releases the weakest breath. My lashes flutter, and his rumbling laughter is all I hear as he sinksall the way in.
Every move he makes is meticulously slow. He thrusts into me like he wants to drag out every moment of torment between us. Instead, he just drags out every breath in my lungs and every logical thought in my head.
The angle shifts when he sinks every inch of himself into me, rocking harder at the end to drive himself as deep as he possibly can into my dripping wetness. A gasp shudders out of me, and his hand slides from my throat to my mouth, covering my sounds of pleasure with another man’s blood as he does it again, and again, and again.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me again how much you hate me.”
My lashes lift to find hooded eyes watching me intently as he fucks me with more care and precision than any man ever has. I never knew sex could feel so good. I’ve never even been close to cumming with anyone in the past. How does this psychopath drive me to the edge of extasy without even trying? Flares of sparks alight his hungry eyes as I start to tremble. He notices each reaction his body gives me.
Even his fucking is cruel in a way. He’s malevolent in the fact that he hates me. And it feels twisting and wrong to find pleasure in how he touches me.
It shouldn’t feel this good to be with someone so bad.
But still, with every dragging thrust of his thickness against the deepest parts of me, that sick sensation of wrong just tangles tighter in my core. It builds and builds. I’m strung tight, and I can’t help the desperate way I rock against him for more. I love it.
And I hate it.
Every thought of wrongness is washed away as the intensity in my core rises. It lifts up on a sharp edge. It’s so close.
My lips part beneath his palm with jagged ecstasy just out of my reach.
And then he drops me.
His hands fall away as he steps back intentionally, slipping from me with so much quickness, an ache of anguish forms within. I feel empty and cold.
And used.
A cruel smile lifts the corner of his lips while I stare at him in confusion.
“Does it feel good?” he asks as he gives the length of his cock another slow stroke before he tucks his hardness back into his pants. “Does it feel good to know you want to fuck me and kill me all at the same time?”
The loss of my climax clears the haze from my mind as I stand nearly naked before my tormentor. He was just inside me. I let him fuck me. And he did it to mock me.
My arms fold across my chest. Humiliation stings my cheeks, but I refuse to let him know just how much he has gotten to me.
With a casual, arrogant step, he invades my space. His hand lifts, pushing back a loose strand of my dark hair along my scar. His breath skims my neck with too much intimacy. I jerk my head away from him, but he doesn’t step back.
“Every man you fuck after me will never make you feel as good as I just did. I want you to think of me every time you cum and know it’ll never be as good as what I could have given you.” His lips press to the side of my temple before I shake away from him once more. “And if you don’tget the fuckout of this kingdom by dawn, you know you’ll end up dead. Even if I have to do it myself.”
One step after the other, he backs away, his hand falling from my hair. I hold his dark glare.
I swallow to steady my tone. “You keep saying that.” My voice shakes slightly, but I get the words out. “But this is the second time you’ve shown that you don’t even have the balls to give me a climax, let alone kill me.”
His lips twitch, morphing from the magic he possesses, but he covers it with a sinfully sexy smile.
“Get out of Carnal, Bellatrix. This is the last time I’ll warn you.”
Then he turns and leaves me.
I’m left alone and still throbbing from how he fucked me. There’s an emptiness in how he left me.
Raw emotions, rage, and embarrassment sting through my chest. I shove my pants and boots back on. I storm through the dining hall, and I don’t glance down at the couple sitting happily at the table below.
I won’t let him get in my head. I’ll prove it even. Right now.