Page 59 of Dance of Thorns

I scream into his palm as he grabs the waist of them and yanks up so hard it lifts my butt from the bed, bringing my hips up against his weight. Then the lacy fabric rips.

Bane abruptly drags my ruined, tattered underwear down my legs, pushing them and the shorts past my knees. He roughly grabs a thigh and forces my legs apart, at least as far as he can with the binds on my ankles and the clothing tangled at my knees.

And then, without warning, he does something I never in a million years imagined would ever happen to me.

He slaps my fucking pussy.

I screaminto his hand, my body twisting and igniting as scorching hot pain explodes between my legs.

But then there's a second feeling that immediately follows the blinding pain, twisting and snarling inside me.

…Arousal.

Hunger. An unhinged madness that uncoils and slithers through my core.

No.

Even as my body rebels at the thought—even as I twist and writhe as the stinging heat of his smack against my most sensitive area burns through me— another sensation creeps in.

Needy.

Achy.

My walls clench tight, and to my horror, I feel throbbing heat deep in my core.

I’m broken.

Because even as the sting of his smack radiates through my body, I’m fuckingwet. Mortifyingly so.

I swallow against his palm, my eyes wide with shock. I stare up at him in a mix of shame and horror, my gaze clashing with the black fire in his eyes.

Dark venom swirls through my core. Bane brings his hand back from between my legs, and my pulse skips when he wraps it around his cock again. He moves his other hand away from my mouth to stroke two fingers across my lips.

“Now,” he murmurs darkly. “My guess is, you actuallydon’twant Evie to wake up and find you, well,like this.” He grins maliciously. “I think this is what they call acompromising position.”

Before I can even dare mouth off again, he slips two fingers between my lips and sinks them deep, gliding them over my tongue as his eyes lock with mine.

“No, we don’t want to wake her,” he growls. “And, well…” He grins malevolently at me, his smile glinting in the low light. “I guess I just don’t trust you not to make a sound, little bird.”

His fingers start to stroke rhythmically in and out over my tongue. My body stiffens, as if to rebel. But there’s a needy, demanding throb pulsing inside me, too—a traitorous, horrifying heat still tingling and pooling in my pussy even as it stings from his smack.

“So let's give this mouth something else to do instead of waking your friend.”

He drags his fingers slowly out of my mouth, smearing the slick pads of them over my lower lip, prying it open. I swallow heavily as I watch his other hand stroke his enormous erection. A glistening drop beads at the swollen head before slowly trickling down the underside.

“Now, what was the expression you used? Ah, yes…” His eyes glint as a cold smile creeps over his jaw. “Shrimp dick.”

Bane pushes just the swollen head of his cock into my mouth, and monstrousneedflickers to life inside me. He strokes himself, lifting his dick and letting it slap heavily against my lips.

The aching need inside me grows.

Bane slowly jerks his cock, rubbing the head over my lips and tapping it against them again.

“I think the usual saying involves putting afootin your mouth, but let’s see how you do withthisinstead.”

His fingers slide into my mouth, pushing down on my tongue as he forces my jaw wide. He rolls his hips, pushing his huge dick over my lips and into my mouth as he slides his fingers out.

A broken, needy sound rumbles through the air, and I realize with a start that it came fromme.