Page 54 of The Ecstasy of Sin

The loss of pressure and heat has me sagging slightly against the wall, an ache thrumming unapologetically between my thighs.

His heavy black boots are planted on either side of my bare feet, boxing me in. “Then stop me, little lamb.”

The challenge in his voice makes me whimper shamelessly. It’s like he knows me in ways I haven’t even discovered for myself.

Still holding me against the wall with his hand collaring my throat, his other hand drops and brushes along my thigh.

I gasp when his hand slips between my legs, his rough fingers brushing along the lips of my pussy. His fingers slide a little deeper, finding me wet and swollen with need.

“No,” I whimper breathlessly, helpless against the heat that flushes across every inch of my body. Lost to the way he completely disarms and unravels me with his presence alone.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t help but lift my gaze to his. His pupils are blown wide, the green swallowed by the dark voids of his pupils. “No is my favourite fucking word.”

I wrap my trembling fingers around his wrist, trying to dislodge him, but I can’t move him even a fraction of an inch. He’s so strong, effortlessly stroking me while I try to pry his hand away from me.

All of my attempts to stop him from touching me fail, and it only makes me want him more. Feeling him take what he wants, and not being able to stop him… it turns me on more than anything else ever has.

Losing this fight sends me spiraling through the depravity of my own lust. I love this, even though I know it’s fucked up. It’s wrong in so many ways, but that’s the last thing I care about right now.

I cry out as he sinks a finger inside of me, my hips bucking against him as pleasure surges through me.

He makes another tortured sound, and my head falls back as he strokes the inside of my pussy, a slow and attentive movement like he’s savoring the feel of me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasps. “Look at you, trying so hard to stop me from touching what belongs to me. And failing.”

His words are gasoline, and they hit the smoldering embers inside of me and light me up. My lust explodes into a full-blown inferno, searing away what little restraint I have left.

His hand tightens slightly around my throat, my breath catching as he plays with the flow of blood to my head.

“Fragile little lamb,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against my ear. “You need a man like me to take you and keep you forever, don’t you, baby? Only I can love you the way you need to be loved.”

He pushes another finger inside of me, only to pause when he meets some resistance pressing down around the width of his two fingers.

I whimper at the bite of pain that ghosts through me, sharp and intimate.

The hand gripping my throat releases me, slipping behind my head to wrap in my hair. He tugs gently, forcing me to face his tortured expression, which has turned feral at the feel of me clenching around his fingers.

“You’re going to bleed all over my cock when I fuck you, and it’s going to ruin me, little lamb.”

His fingers glide out of me, coated in my arousal. He drags them up along my slit to rub circles over my clit, stoking the fire building inside of me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of his gaze, but the hand he has wrapped in my hair tugs roughly, pulling my focus back to him like an unspoken threat.

His eyes are on fire; lust and dominance warring violently in those forest green depths. “Don’t you shut me out,” he growls,his mouth lowering to place a warning kiss against my trembling lips. “Your pussy belongs to me, and you’ll keep your eyes on me while I make you come.”

I open my mouth to beg him, but the words slip away as his fingers press harder against me. His expert fingers stroke my clit, alternating movements to keep me panting as he builds my pleasure toward an orgasm I’m certain will destroy me.

His hand dips lower, the tips of his two fingers pressing against my entrance as his mouth collides with mine again. He deepens the kiss, fucking my mouth the way I know he wants to fuck my body, before pulling away and leaving me breathless.

“It’s going to hurt when I fuck you.” His voice is guttural, his lips brushing against mine. “But you can take the pain, can’t you, little lamb? You’ll take it, and then you’ll come all over me like you were made for me.”

My body feels like a bomb ready to detonate, and I can’t stop myself as I press harder into him, desperate for release. “Please, Dom,” I beg him, looking up into his eyes and drowning in the way he looks at me like I’m his most prized possession.

“Beg for me, Wren,” he growls through clenched teeth like a barely restrained animal.

His mouth drops to mine, teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard enough to sting, dragging another ragged moan from my throat as his fingers keep working me at that maddening, teasing rhythm.

“Beg me to take you, and keep you, for-fucking-ever. Beg me. Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make everything better.”