Page 57 of Blood and Thorns

“Is there a reason your cunt’s wet for me,belle?”

Arabella

His touch was harsh, calloused fingers rough. And still I felt myself aching for it. There was unapologetic power in the way he moved, his painting almost manic as he smeared colour across my naked skin.

I knew the risk of coming to watch him, and I’d thought about running when I’d first been caught. But something in his expression had stopped me. He’d looked lost, broken.

But now there was fire in his gaze, burning me from the inside out.

I should be scared, absolutely terrified in the way he looked at me like a predator ready to gobble his prey. But that knowledge did nothing to diminish the strange pleasure of the rough way he was touching me.

He was an animal barely contained in human skin, the Beast as he’d been named.

And for some reason, I’ve never been so turned on.

Sebastian barely moved to clean his hands before his thumb purposely rubbed between my thighs, pressing against my clit hard enough I audibly moaned before I could catch the sound. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, and my eyes snapped up to his sardonic smile.

“Such a needy little slut.” The name washed over me, humiliation prickling.

I went to reply, but he’d already stepped back to reach for a cloth to wipe his hands. It swung the loose braid in his hair, the strands coated in red. There was even a smear of paint across his cheekbone, and I itched to reach up to touch it.

But his hand caught my wrist, dragging me closer until my breasts brushed his bare chest. He looked down at me, and I stilled beneath his scrutiny.

“Ne touchez pas, même si vous êtes un chef-d’œuvre,”he muttered, his gaze leaving heat in his wake. Tugging me closer, I fell onto his lap as he sat back on the chaise lounge in the corner of his studio. With both my wrists caught in his large hand, I was stuck straddling him. “So eager to please, giving herself up to save her father. Was it because you’re so desperate for my cock,belle?”

His words shattered around me, causing anger to burn to the surface. “Fuck you.” I tried to wrench myself back, but I was caught by his strength.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, a cruel edge tipping his lips. “See, you’re begging for it.” His free hand pinched my nipple, followed by a slap against the back of my thigh, the sting burning. “Maybe you did it because you like to be punished? Is that it?” Another slap, this time closer between my legs. “Does my little slut want it to hurt?”

A third slap, and rather than recoil I moaned even as a tear slipped down my face.

“Answer me, Arabella,” he commanded.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, my pussy throbbing from the impact.

Maybe I did want to be punished, especially when Sebastian was making me feel so alive. My brain was fighting my body, my mind telling me to run and hide from the monster looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

But my body was craving the rough treatment, wanting more.Needingmore.

My new underwear tore at my hips, and I hissed before his fingers teased through my swollen folds, only giving me a second before thrusting two fingers inside. My back bowed beneath both pain and pleasure, a moan torn from my throat even as he held me against him.

His fingers curled, thumb reaching up to brush my clit, and I found myself rocking against his hand. I barely strangled the resulting whimper, my eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of sensation.

“Eyes on me,” Sebastian growled, releasing my wrist to grip my jaw instead. “Last warning.” His fingers dug in hard enough to bruise, and my eyes slipped open at his command, immediately connecting to his. “Good girl.”

Fuck.I was pretty sure I’ve never been so turned on, my thighs aching to clench together to ease some of the buildingpressure. But I couldn’t, not while he held me hovering over his body, my release held hostage by his fingers.

I was into his domination, the obscene sound of how turned on I was echoing around us, adding to my whimpered breaths and wanton moans.

“Please,” I begged, not that I knew whether I was begging him to stop, or keep going.

“So desperate for my cock,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine, locking me in his orbit until a bolt of lightning swept over my body. My orgasm wasn’t a sensual wave, but a violent current that seized my muscles, and made me see stars.

I screamed, unable to contain the sound even as he kept his fingers moving, drawing out every single ounce of pleasure he could. And then kept going, his thumb circling my clit, torturing the oversensitive nerves with little brushes while his fingers continued to thrust.

“It’s too sensitive,” I cried, trying to pull away.

Every touch was bordering on pain, my body aching from how hard I’d orgasmed, and now it was happening again. Forcing another release that left me boneless. Completely at his mercy.