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My heart hammered against my ribs, panic and arousal coiling together in my belly, twisting tighter, making me gasp for air.

I tried to pull away, tried to buck off his lap, but he was too strong, too fast, and too fucking determined.

He didn’t relent.

Instead, he pressed forward, the pressure increasing until I was stretched open, his finger forcing its way into the most vulnerable part of me. I squirmed and tried to wiggle away, the pain hurtling up and down my spine as he roughly pushed the rest of the way in, past one knuckle and then two.

I shuddered, a pathetic, helpless sound escaping me as I clenched down, fighting the intrusion, hating the way my body reacted. The pain worsened, and I struggled to take it, but something else happened, too. As he stroked that cruel finger in and out, it started to feel good.

I didn’t want it to, but it did.

He pumped his finger into me, stretching me, making me feel every sordid inch. It burned and ached, but somewhere beneath the pain was an undeniable spark of pleasure.

“Please,” I whispered, panting, desperate. “I can’t. It hurts.”

Silas exhaled slowly, his body still taut, his hand flexing against my back, his cock rock hard beneath me.

“I know,” he murmured, his voice gruff, his control wavering. “You’re doing so well for me, Wildcat.”

Fuck.

A whimper crawled up my throat, and I was mortified to realize that a fresh wave of wetness was pooling between my thighs, that his words were turning me on as much as the fact that his finger was currently shoved up my ass.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Give in. Surrender.Take this like a good girl.”

I choked out a strangled sound. My body jerked, every muscle tensing, but he held me down, his grip bruising, his voice dark and smooth and commanding.

“You’re mine, little mate. All of you, including this naughty virgin hole. Mine to punish. Mine to claim.”

My pulse was pounding, my thighs clenching, every muscle pulled tight. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only focus on the fact that his finger was in such a wicked, taboo place. His words sank into me, right through my bones, making my chest ache.

“Mine to fuck.”

Another gasp. Another ruthless thrust of his finger. The burn intensified, but beneath it that strange, forbidden pleasure in my belly also grew.

He pumped his finger in and out of my asshole and I struggled, not wanting him to know how aroused this was making me. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself, but the more he roughly fingered me, the more my passionate need blazed to life. So much so, that it started to spiral out of control.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, panting. “Silas, please.”

“I love when you beg for me.” His voice was rough, the muscles in his legs flexing, the evidence of his arousal pressing against my stomach.

I could feel the tension in him, feel the way his breathing had shifted, the way he was holding himself back. His movements didn’t falter, though. His finger continued ruthlessly claiming my most private place, demanding my submission.

“Please!” I pleaded.

I wanted him to stop.

I wanted him to keep going.

I wanted to come.

My pleasure still rose, unwanted but unabated, until I didn’t think I had even a semblance of a chance to control it anymore. Then it faltered for a second until the world tipped on its edge.

“Come for me, little mate,” he commanded.

Suddenly, I was spiraling, falling, crashing into an orgasm that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

It slammed into me, white-hot and overwhelming, my vision blurring, my lips parting on a sob, a moan, a shriek.