And then he sucks it as if it’s his oxygen and I can feel a pressure mount deep within my core. “Oh, God.”
“God has nothing to do with this.” He moves onto my right nipple and does the same, making me tremble with a need so deep it feels like I’m going to die without him. “I am your God now.”
His lips trail lower again, heading right between my thighs again as he drops to his knees in front of me.
As I gaze down at him, I find it hard to believe that such a powerful, dark man is on his knees in front of me, looking up at me as if I’m the most fucking important thing on this earth.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth again, my knees buckle and I almost fall, but he has hold of my hips firmly.
His muscles flex as he supports my weight and turns me into a puddle for him.
Right now, I know that I’d give him everything willingly in that moment if he asked for it.
Every single part of me is being claimed by the enemy of my father, a man who wants to use me, and I don’t care. In fact, I love it.
Which means that there’s something wrong with me, but at that moment I can’t think of anything but the way this man is making me feel.
“Go and lie down on that table,” he orders, nodding toward the table with implements on.
I open my mouth to question him, but he’s too impatient.
Instead, he grabs my wrist and yanks me toward it, swiping a large hand across the surface to clear it. The knives and other items clatter to the floor with a loud clang, making me flinch.
I swallow hard as I look at the monster who has taken me captive and is now laying claim to the most intimate part of my body. His eyes are practically glowing with darkness, if that’s possible.
“Lie. Down,” he orders, dominance oozing from the tone of his voice.
I do as I’m told, partly because following his orders is arousing and partly because the look in his eyes scares me.
Once I’m lying down on the table for him, he part my legs and thrusts three thick fingers inside of me.
My hips buck upward at the sudden invasion.
“Tell me, Anya, do you like getting finger fucked?”
I shake my head, which results in a firm slap against my inner thigh.
“Don’t lie,” he growls.
I capture my bottom lip between my teeth. “It’s not a lie.”
“It’s a fucking bare face lie if I’ve ever heard one.” He spanks my inner thighs again even harder, taking the breath from my lungs. “Tell me the truth, malishka.”
I pinch my lips together and glare at him, as I’m not telling him I enjoy this. It’s too fucking easy.
He captures me and my traitorous body just folds for him like a fucking piece of paper.
“I see you want to do this the hard way.” He tilts his head and walks to the side of the table so that he’s standing in front of my face, his crotch inches from me.
Dread coils through me as he unzips his pants, and I know instantly what he’s going to do.
I turn my head away, which results in an animalistic growl.
“Don’t think you get pleasure and don’t have to return the favor.” He grabs my chin and forces my face back toward him as he releases his cock.
It’s hard head touching my lip and making me shake with both disgust and desire. The two don’t go together and yet that’s what I feel.
“Open those pretty lips for me.”