Page 140 of The Ecstasy of Sin

My chest heaves as I try to breathe, the scent of dust and damp earth thick in the air. My back hits the far wall of the empty cell. There’s nowhere to go. No escape.

Naturally, Dominic looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat.

“Not your best decision, little lamb,” he points out helpfully, his voice rich with amusement.

I narrow my eyes, trying to hide how hard I’m shaking. “If you come in here, I’ll scream.”

His expression darkens. “I hope you do.”

In one fluid motion, he yanks the cell door open, rust flaking and metal shrieking. And just like that… there is nothing standing in between me and the monster that is Dominic.

He steps inside the confined space, and just like I promised I would, I scream.

Even though I know it’s pointless, I still try to run. I dart to the left, as fast as I can, but his arm lashes out, catching me around the waist like a trap springing shut.

My fists rain down on his bare chest, but he isn’t phased in the slightest. He hooks one foot behind mine, pulling my feet out from under me.

We crash to the concrete, his hand shooting up to cradle the back of my skull before it can crack against the ground. I cry out, struggling, desperate to get out from under him before he drops his full weight on me.

He overpowers me like it’s nothing, his strength as terrifying as it is intoxicating. My wrists are pinned above my headon the cold floor. His other hand slips between my knees just as his hips force my thighs apart.

I try. I really do. I buck and twist, clawing for freedom, but he spreads me with ease, then shoves himself between my legs. I cry out, and he captures the sound with his mouth.

His tongue sweeps against my lips, seeking access, and I press closer to bite him. His hisses, jerking back, a maniacal grin stretching across his face.

Still holding my wrists captive above my head, he reaches down with his other hand and begins pulling his belt free. When he brings the strap of leather up to my hands, I begin to struggle again.

A low, menacing laugh echoes around us as he easily subdues me with his body. He hikes a leg, pinning my hips down. His body dwarfs mine, rendering me completely helpless.

“Let me go!” I shout, writhing beneath him, trying to twist out from under his hold. It’s futile, of course, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.

“No.”

That single word, it shoots straight to my clit. Maybe it's my favourite, too.

The harder I fight, and the weaker I feel—the more desperately I want him to fuck me. My pussy is swollen and dripping wet, and all I want is for him to shift his focus down between my thighs.

Instead, he pulls my wrists between us and secures them with his belt. I whimper, pulling at my restraints, but he knowswhat he’s doing and the only thing I get out of trying to slip free is pain from the bite of the leather digging into my skin.

“Please let me go,” I plead, my voice shaky as he leans back just enough to shove his pants down past his hips. “I don’t want this.”

He grabs the leather binding my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above my head again, while his other hand fists his cock and aims it where I need it most.

“Is that so?” he asks, his voice rough.

When his hand dips between my thighs, I moan at the contact. His rough fingers stroke my swollen pussy, every part of him that touches me is now drenched in my unmistakable arousal.

“Then why are you soaking wet for me? Why is your pussy practically begging for my cock?”

My face burns, and I turn my head to the side and squeeze my eyes shut.

The hand that was pinning my hands above my head drops to grip my face, forcing me to meet the intensity of his gaze.

“Don’t you dare fucking hide from me,” he demands.

He lifts his hand to his mouth, his fingers soaked with my arousal, and sucks them between his lips. When the taste of me fills his mouth, his pupils blow wide as lust slams into him and threatens to destroy the hold he has on his self control.

“I fucking love this, and so do you, and you’re going to embrace who you are and what you need.” His hand lowers to grip the base of his cock.