Page 45 of Dance of Thorns

Except it doesn't come out as intelligible words, just a half-moaned whimper. And when his fingerskeepramming into me, I can feel my body responding.

My mouth is trying to say no. Stop. Don’t.

But it’s the only one in that fight. The rest of me, body and mind, arenot.

Bane’s thick fingers curl deep in my clenching, soaking wet pussy. I cry out, my body jerking as pleasure ripples through my body. My stomach clenches, my back arching slightly, sending my nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

My mouth tries to fight again, screamingstopandnoa few more times.

Bane just chuckles quietly, stroking his fingertips across my tongue with my lips wrapped around them.

“Shhhh, little bird,” he growls. “I know what your mouth istryingto say. But I don’t believe a word of it.” He pushes his two thick fingers deeper into my pussy, and I whine in pure pleasure as my hips lift from the bedsheets, trying to swallow even more of him.

“Your slutty little mouth is writing checks that the rest of your body won’t let you cash. You can whimperstop, andno, anddon’tall you fucking want, baby,” he murmurs darkly. “But until this tight little cunt stops strangling my fingers and making a drippy fucking mess of my hand, I’m not going to believe you."

Fuck.

There’s something so unhinged in his tone, so malevolentlyhotin the snarling, dark expression on his face, that, mortifyingly, my body responds even more.

My hips lift again, my slick walls tight around his plunging fingers. My back arches, legs shaking as my hands grip the sheets in tight fists.

…And then my tongue swirls over the fingers in my mouth.

Instantly, my face turns to fire when I see his teeth flash and his lips curl dangerously.

“There she is,” he growls darkly, ramming his fingers hard into me. “See, little bird? You say silly things likenoandstop. But this greedy little pussy keeps shouting yes and sucking my fingers inside.”

He exhales slowly and deeply as he leans down, his fingers still thrusting roughly in and out, filling the room with the wet, traitorous sounds of my arousal.

“But here’s the thing, baby,” he murmurs. His eyes glint wickedly as they meet mine in the darkness of the room.

“You signed our agreement. You’ve already given me permission to do what I want with you. So even if you’re still trying to say no?”

I whimper, drooling around his fingers as he strokes them over my tongue, his mouth hovering near my ear.

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls. “You’re my fucktoy. My plaything. My rape-slut, if I so choose.”

Reality starts to blur. My body hums and throbs, my head swirling and my breath coming faster.

I’ve never been so turned on before.

I’ve never been so wet, and so desperate for more.

I’ve never been so fuckingclose.

Bane brings a third finger to my hole. I jolt, my eyes going round as they lock with his.

All I see is a look of dark malice mixed with greedy hunger. He starts to push three thick fingers into me, stretching my pussy wide as I gasp and squirm. My hand flies to his wrist, my fingers clawing at his arm, telling him I can’t.

“You can do it,” he murmurs quietly, like he’s reading my fucking mind. “They'll fit. I’llmakethem fit.”

I cry out around his hand, drowning in the hedonistic, totally fucked-up pleasure of it all as he starts to sinkthreefucking fingers into my eager pussy.

“So fucking tight, baby,” he growls. “Such a small, sweet little cunt. I’m going to have to stretch it out nice and wide if it's ever going to take my cock.”

I moan when his teeth rake over the shell of my ear.

“And youaregoing to be taking my cock, baby. In every one of your tight, greedy little holes.”