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The words should infuriate me but instead I feel a zing right down my core.What the hell is wrong with me!

Should I taunt him?

Caleb pinches my nose causing me to gasp and then the tip of his cock is in my mouth again. I can taste the saltiness of his precum. Then he presses deeper, past my lips, resting heavy on my tongue. His taste lingers, salt and sin. My stomach tightens as he rocks forward, forcing me to take more.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching me struggle, his grip firm, controlling. “You wanted to act like a brat. Now you take what I give you.”

Shame burns through me. I should shove him away. Should fight.

But I don’t.

His laugh is low, knowing. “I will make you my fucking puck bunny, Sienna.”

I shudder at the words, something dark and needy twisting low in my stomach.

“Do this to you all the time,” he groans.

My jaw aches as he thrusts, saliva slipping down my chin. My hands claw at his thighs, caught between pushing him away and holding on. The friction between my legs is maddening—just a little more, just a little—

Caleb growls, sensing it. His shoe shifts, pressing harder, sending a sharp, unbearable ache straight to my core.

My breath hitches.

His laugh is pure, taunting wickedness. “That’s what I thought. Now I’m going to come down that pretty throat and you are going to swallow every drop I give you.” His thrusts are deeper. My cheeks hurt.

Caleb’s grip tightens in my hair, his fingers twisting just enough to make me gasp. His breathing turns ragged, each exhale uneven as his body coils tighter. His hips jerk forward, the heat of him pulsing against my tongue, his muscles straining as he fights for control and loses.

A deep, guttural groan tears from his throat, his fingers flexing against my scalp as pleasure overtakes him. His whole body shudders, every inch of him wound tight before he finally unravels, his dominance slipping for just a moment. And in that instant, I have all the power.

I feel every last pulse, the weight of it, the heat, the raw possession of it sinking into me. My throat works to take it, my stomach tightening at the sheer force of his release. There’s no escaping it. He holds me still, making sure I take every drop, his grip firm, his body trembling.

His fingers slide from my hair, trailing to my jaw, forcing my gaze up. His smirk deepens at whatever he finds in my expression—shame, defiance, something in between.

“Show me.” His voice is rough, still edged with pleasure, but underneath it, there’s something darker. Something that says he already knows.

I hesitate, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. But I open my mouth just enough.

Caleb hums in approval, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, slow, possessive. “Good bunny.”

The heat of him lingers, the intimacy of it twisting in my chest, impossible to shake. His hand drifts lower, fingers grazing my throat, feeling the way it worked for him. A satisfied smirk plays at his lips, like he’s just marked his claim in a way I can’t erase.

But it’s the press of his shoe between my thighs, still there, still pressing into that unbearable ache, that makes my breath stutter. My thighs clench, desperate for relief I refuse to seek.

Caleb watches me, his smirk turning into something almost predatory. He already knows. He lifts a hand, trails a single finger down my throat. My pulse betrays me, hammering against his touch. I hate that he notices.

“See,” he murmurs, tipping my chin up so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “That’s what I love about you.” His thumb skims my bottom lip, a mockery of something tender. “You fight me, but your body? That tells me the truth.”

My breath shudders.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

A slow smile curves his lips. “Liar. His fingers trail down, gripping my arm before yanking me up. I stumble, but he catches me, steadying me before pulling me flush against him.

His mouth crashes onto mine. He is rough, claiming, all teeth and dominance. My body betrays me as I clutch his shirt. God, I hate the need clawing under my skin.

I should slap him. Shove him away. Something. But I just stand there, letting him consume me.

“You belong to me,” he murmurs against my ear.