Page 38 of Forbidden Empire

His finger pressed forward without warning, the thick digit parting my entrance and sinking into liquid heat. The invasion was both too much and still not enough.

"Oh, fuck!" The curse exploded from my lungs, my voice breaking on the second syllable.

My body jerked, hips twitching, as he worked his finger deeper. The muscles inside me clenched, tight and greedy, pulling him in like it was the one thing that mattered. Every little thrust sent heat slamming through my veins.

My vision blurred at the edges, with everything dimming. He watched, that stupid smirk spreading as I lost control right in front of him.

He slid a second finger alongside the first, stretching me further, the slight burn intensifying the pleasure. My greedy body accepted him, wet sounds filling the space between us as he began to move.

"Oh, Esme," he growled, dropping an octave, rough as gravel. "You're fucking drenched. Is that because of me?"

His fingers curled upward, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

He raised one dark eyebrow, looking up at me from between my trembling thighs, waiting. The power struggle between us crackled like electricity, even now, even with his fingers buried inside me and my body betraying every ounce of my hard-won composure.

"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth, the admission burning my throat like acid. "You know it is."

The corner of his mouth lifted, that goddamn smirk as his chest expanded with a deep inhale of satisfaction.

Between my legs, his cock twitched, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

This was Aidon Kosta, the man who'd ordered executions over breakfast, who'd built an empire on broken bodies, now watching me writhe beneath him with the raw hunger of a starving wolf.

His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his stubbled skin. Triumph blazed across his face like a brand.

I let my thighs fall open wider, the cool air hitting my exposed flesh making me shiver.

"Fuck it," I whispered. "Just fuck me already."

I threw my head back against the pillow, neck arched, unable to bear the weight of his stare. The silk sheets twisted in my fists as I spread myself further, offering everything, surrendering. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out the voice of reason screaming at me to run.

His palm scorched a line down the inside of my thigh, his fingers digging in hard and leaving marks. The pressure of his grip sent a jolt of electricity up my spine. He forced my legswider, exposing me. He devoured me with his gaze. I was laid bare in ways that went way beyond just the physical.

Then…nothing.

The sudden absence of his touch left my skin burning cold. The fingers that had been buried inside me vanished, leaving an emptiness that made me clench around nothing but air.

My eyes snapped open to find him hovering above me, that infuriating smirk carved deeper into his face, his breathing controlled while mine came in desperate pants.

"Say. You're. Mine." Each word fell between us like a gauntlet thrown down, vibrating through my bones and making my inner walls clench around emptiness.

His pupils dilated, leaving a thin ring of amber, predatory and possessive. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he hovered above me, cock throbbing with each heartbeat, the veins standing out in stark relief against flushed skin.

A single bead of sweat traced the hollow of his throat, sliding down the carved planes of his chest.

My clit pulsed, abandoned and aching, my entrance slick and clenching around nothing. The silk sheets beneath me were soaked through.

"Make me," I replied, arching my back so my hardened nipples brushed against his chest, a jolt of electricity shooting straight to my core.

He growled, a primal sound that reverberated through the room and seized my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head with bruising force.

His other hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him, his thumb pressing against my lower lip until my mouth parted.

"I told you this is a dangerous game, Esme," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear before he bit down on my earlobe, the sharp sting making me gasp.

"And I think you know I like danger, don't you, Aidon?" I rolled my hips upward, feeling the hot, heavy length of him slide against my wetness without entering.

"You never stop, do you?" His fingers tightened on my jaw, the pressure exquisite in its restraint.