Page 27 of Gilded Locks

“No?”

“No.” But what was wrong with her that she wanted him to try? She caught his wrist, edging him on, but he tore his touch away and turned her abruptly, backing her into the wall, his hand wedged between her thighs, two determined fingers pressing back inside of her. He kissed her with pure possession. Demanding that she prove she could take what he was doing and meet her halfway.

The kiss deepened, and she tasted the dark promises he kept. His tongue teased and taunted, making her stretch for more.

She gasped when his fingers struck a particularly sensitive nerve. Something between a growl and a prayer escaped his throat.

“Getting closer, printsessa.”

He focused on her pleasure, driving his fingers into her as his thumb played cruel tricks with her clit, edging her toward climax and then making her wait. He knew what he was doing, dragging this out to make her beg.

“Ash, please… Don’t tease me.”

Dear god, was she actually begging this man to finish her? How was this her life?

“Say yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Stay with us. Let us give you everything you need.”

“I don’t know what I need.” She only knew what she wanted, and in that moment, his touch ranked number one on her list.

“I do. But you have to trust me.”

His fingers delved and swirled, pushing her along that razor-sharp edge until she was mad with desire. Pushing the sweater higher, he forced her hand to hold the material at her ribs. He kicked her feet apart, widening her stance and causing her to lean into the wall.

She followed his gaze down, and gasped as he slapped her wet folds. “Soaking fucking wet and begging to come.” Another slap followed by another startled gasp.” Not hard, but fast enough to shock her. “Did you think it would be gentle? Easy? What fun is that?” He pinched her clit, and she grabbed his wrist.

Blue eyes flashed as he held her with that threatening stare, daring her to end this. The sharp warning was enough to keep him in control, enough to prove she didn’t want to walk away. She stilled, his fingers unmoving, as the tightening pain spread.

“You trust me to know what you need. Trust us to take care of you.”

“That’s not pleasant.”

“That’s fear talking. Let the physical feeling process. Get control of your emotions. Don’t let fear control you.”

She breathed through it, and the sharp pinch transcended into liquid heat, melting her insides and burning her resistance to ash. The tension in her body noticeably softened.

“Very good, printsessa. You’re only a few words away from ecstasy, now.” He released his hold of her little bud and rubbed away the sting, teasing her with focused precision until she started to quiver. “Say it. Say you’re ours.”

God help her, she wanted to give in. Wanted to sink into his strength and let someone else carry the weight for a while. Wanted to believe that this beautiful, dangerous man could keep her safe from the monsters of her past.

His fingers sank deep, and he stilled, holding her on the precipice of something dark and unknown. “All you have to say is yes. Agree to be ours, and your worries are over.”

Her spine stretched against the wall as he pressed deeper. “Ash?—”

“Say it.”

“I…”

“Say it. Submit. Why force us to be cruel when it feels this good to take it like a good girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl, Mary?”

Her eyes closed in shame, but what other choice did she have? If this was her destiny, she might as well enjoy it. “Yes, I want it.”

His lips pressed to hers, tongue dominantly taking control of her mouth as he smiled against her with ultimate satisfaction. “Very good, printsessa.”

He lifted her off her feet, hooking a strong arm under her legs as he carried her to a kitchen chair. He sat her on his lap, back to chest, and used his knees to spread her legs wide as he gave her privates another slap.

“Ah!”

“Be still. I want to show you something you’ll never forget.” His fingers wedged inside of her with absolute possession. Her slick folds were her body’s shameful betrayal. Bunching the sweater in his fist, he held the material above her chest, exposing her bare breasts to the wide window.