Page 71 of His Trick

I left him there, raw and as exposed as I felt. He was fully aware that he had been claimed, that he had no control, and that this was exactly what it meant to be under me. But now he denied me.

Like I had him.

“I’m brave enough to admit I want you, Shiloh. Are you? Can you say the fucking same? Or is this just a game of who will break first? Because there’s nothing left of me to break. The fucking light you hold onto. The one you think will save your dumbass. The reason you cling to my goddamn sister like a pathetic bitch. I don’t have that, Shiloh. I don’t have anything but my darkness. And you can’t save me.”

I stayed silent. I couldn’t argue with his painful words. I couldn’t move my fucking body. I just stood there feeling it all: the anger, the lust, the dominance, the pain, and the love.

“Fuck you,” I exhaled on a shaky breath, falling to my knees before him, ignoring the fucking tears.

I swallowed him down my throat. I didn’t think, I only felt. And I knew I needed to feel him right now. I needed to feel his release coat my raw throat.

“What are you doing, Sunshine?—”

I cut him off, curling my hand around his cock, sucking him deeper, and using my other hand to knead his balls.

“Being brave.”

Steam swirled thick and heavy around me, the water slicing down my skin, but I barely felt it. My body was alive in a way that fucking scared me. Every nerve screamed, every inch of me was on fire.

But I wasn’t in control.

Shiloh was everywhere at once. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. The first time his lips traced over my stomach, his lips so fucking soft, it made me stiffen. Heat, shock, and a surge of frustration slammed into me like a fucking tidal wave.

“Shiloh…fuck…” I gasped, my hands desperately clutching him as he pressed against me, rough and unwavering in his mission.

My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to guide him, to reclaim some shred of dominance. But I knew it was gone. I was at his mercy, entirely. And I hated how much it made me ache.

How right it felt.

His teeth grazed my head, his wicked tongue teasing my slit, and toying with my piercing.

I was practically jumping out of my skin, my fucking breath hitched so bad I was choking on my moans.

His mouth went lower, sliding over me in slow, torturous strokes that kept me shaking. I felt every pull of his tongue, every press of his teeth, and each rough drag of his hands.

My knees buckled instinctively, and I tried to brace myself against the tile. He held me like I was fragile, against the fucking wall, like he knew I was falling. It was like I belonged to him—and, god, I did.

“Don’t fight me,” he murmured against my shaft, his voice low, angry. “I told you, you would feel the consequences, Care Bear. Here they are. Feel me fucking break you as you lose all the control you can’t live without.”

I groaned, my hips lifted involuntarily, a flush of heat spreading across my chest, squeezing my heart in a vice grip.

I hated how much I loved this.

How much I needed it.

That I was gasping and trembling under his mouth, my pride screamed at me to push back, but my body obeyed his every command. Each and every flick of his tongue made it impossible to resist him.

Shiloh Anderson, you will be my undoing.

His hands roamed over my thighs, all tight and possessive. He was grounding me, yet claiming me in the same breath.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Watch me fucking break you. Watch me destroy everything you thought you knew. Watchyourself fall further, knowing I can either catch you or let you fucking drown.”

I looked.

My eyes were wide open, my fucking pupils dilated, while my heart hammered in my chest. I saw the fire in his gaze, the dominance he earned, and even the simmering anger. Every motion of his mouth and hands was painfully precise. A cold, angry caress that brought me closer to the fucking edge. He was right. I was desperate for him to let me come. Desperate for him to catch me when I fell. Because I was falling for him, in so many fucking ways.

“Shiloh…please…” I groaned, my voice ragged, though I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I wanted him.