Page 66 of His Trick

He was right.

God fucking help me, he was right.

I wanted him.

I wanted to be ruined, wanted to give in, but the idea of losing that last shred of control made my stomach twist into a knot so deep it hurt.

“Carrington, please…no. I’m not letting you do…please. Let’s just sleep.”

“Please, what?” His hand slid lower, dangerously close to my aching dick. “Say it. You want me to fuck you, Baby? You want me inside you until you forget your own fucking name? Let me hear you moan, Shiloh. Let me hear you beg me to fill you like I was always meant to. Your fucking ass. Your body. Your lips. You belong to me.”

“No. I don’t,” I snapped, but he was already yanking off my shirt, our breaths already ragged, too chaotic. No, this had to stop.

“Stop. I won’t let you fuck me. That’s not going to happen.”

Carrington chuckled against my lips. “Do you need me to make you, Sunshine? Does it feel too real to give in? I’ll be your villain then, Baby, because I am not letting you tell me no. I need you. I have never wanted anyone the way I need you.”

No. This was too much. His words were too strong. This had to stop.

My jeans were ripped off my body, my socks and shoes were lost inside my pants legs from how hard he pulled.

Fuck. I had to get this to stop. I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

“Carrington. Fuck…don’t do this.”

“Mmm…yes, that’s right, Shiloh. Tell me how bad you don’t want me, so I can hear your body scream. This cock needs your ass. Look how fucking hard I am for you. God damn, you make me crazy. I love the way you beg. More Baby. More.”

Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck.

“Carrington. I am..not kidding…stop this.”

He stroked his cock, pre-come beading on the tip, so sticky and so fucking perfect as it slid down and coated my bare stomach. I wanted him in my mouth. In my…body.

No!

“You’re just like him,” I snapped, desperate to end this before I couldn’t go back.

Everything froze.

His golden eyes went black, even more than before. His body was taut above mine, his jaw clenching hard enough that I swore I heard the crack of his teeth.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice was low and lethal.

I swallowed, my throat raw. “I said…you’re just like him—your father. Always pushing. Always taking. You don’t know how to stop, do you? You take what you want because he never gave you a choice.”

The silence between us was razor-sharp.

I watched as hot tears poured down Carrington’s face, the first time I’d ever seen emotion from the brute.

He opened his mouth, his tongue swirling around as he nodded slowly, those dark black pools going deeper into the void.

“Okay then,” he said, nothing but raw malice in his tone.

The pang in my heart twinged harder when he shoved off of me, reaching down and throwing my clothes at my body. Fury rolled off him in waves as the tears continued to fall.

“Congrats, Shiloh. You win.” He grabbed his jacket from the chair, his movements sharp and violent. “I want nothing from you. You really wanna know why I call you “Sunshine?’ Because you were the one fucking light I had in my life and I—” He cut himself off, spinning toward the door.

Slam!