Page 124 of The Ecstasy of Sin

My vision blurs with tears as I look up at him, searching for mercy I know I won’t find. “Please,” I whisper.

He ignores me as he reaches around to the other side of the bed, retrieving a second chain, and securing my other wrist just as easily. I don’t fight him because there’s no point.

“I love you, Wren. My lost little lamb,” He whispers against my mouth, my lips trembling from the weight of his confession. “My heaven, my peace, my only source of release.”

Tears slip free, trailing down my cheeks and flowing freely. He kisses them as they fall, his lips brushing away the pain he doesn’t allow me to carry alone.

“I’ve killed for you. I will die for you. I will fucking move mountains with my bare hands to give you everything you deserve, everything the world denied you when they made you feel like you were nothing.”

I’m speechless. And then he kisses me, slow and impossibly tender. A featherlight touch of his lips against mine.

The contrast is staggering. He’s chained me to his bed like I’m his unwilling captive, and yet he still kisses me like I’m his most prized possession.

He leans back and parts my thighs, dragging me down toward him. I drop down to my back, my body yielding to his.

He stares down at me, his dark hair spilling over his forehead and shadowing his beautiful eyes.

“You will take everything I give you.” He spits into his hand, then rubs his cock from base to tip. “You may not have control, but you do have power.” He leans closer, his eyes blazing. “You have power over me, and you are not nothing. You areeverything.”

My heart feels like it’s splitting wide open, only to be stitched back together with his words.

He shifts backward, lowering between my thighs, and spits on my pussy. The feel of his spit, hot and obscene, makes my back arch. My breath hitches as the slick warmth drips down from my clit.

He rises, then positions the flushed head of his cock at my entrance. I’m not ready. He knows I’m not wet enough.

“You belong to me, little lamb.” He says every word through clenched teeth, madness in his eyes.

I cry out as he presses in, forcing my body to stretch, to open for him. The bite of pain rips a hiss from my mouth, but he doesn’t stop. His spit is enough to ease the way, but barely.

I writhe beneath him as he sinks deeper, my pussy forced to take him. My body tries to retreat, to escape the burn, but I can’t.

One of his arms locks around my waist, holding me down, while the other grips my jaw, dragging my gaze to his.

“You. Are. Mine,” he growls, his voice rough and low. “Say it.”

I bite my lip, the words trembling on the edge of my tongue, but I can’t speak. I can barely breathe.

He drops his head to my throat, and bites down. His teeth sink into my skin, marking me with a sharp, possessive sting.

And then he slams the rest of the way inside of me.

I gasp, because I’m wet now, so turned on by his claiming. My back arches, and his body presses down against mine, overwhelming me. He’s massive: all solid muscle and dark intent.

Everything about him is an exercise in restraint, because Dominic could break me. He could end my life in an instant, and there would be nothing I could do to stop him.

Instead, he chooses to love me. With his body and with his pitch-black heart. With the madness clawing at the edges of his soul. He may be the devil, but he’s mine and I’m his… and my body knows it.

“That’s it,” he groans, lifting up to brace himself on his forearms. “Such a good girl… taking my cock all the way inside you. Even when you’re crying, and scared, and still desperate to hold onto whatever independence you think you’ve got left.”

My eyes burn, my breathing ragged. The chains are loose enough that I can lift up just enough to steal his mouth in a kiss… and then bite down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

He groans, his cock jerking deep inside me, and the metallic tang of his blood spills across my tongue.

“Fuck, yes. Take me inside of you,” he moans, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss so vicious it reminds me of the monster more than the man. He devours me, tongue clashing with mine, dominating me in every way he possibly can.

When he finally releases me from his all-consuming kiss, I look up into his eyes and find all that lunacy on full display.

“I can’t just take, and use, and give nothing in return,” I whisper, trying to make my voice strong, to anchor myself in conviction. But the wild, consuming lust has me in a vice grip.