Page 200 of The Night Shift

I force my eyes open. There’s a faint sheen of sweat on my forehead. My cheeks are flushed. His fingers pumping in and out of me at a mind-numbing pace.

He’s right. I am a mess.Hismess.

“You see that?” he breathes, eyes locked on mine through the mirror. “You see what you do to me? I can’t fucking think straight when you look like this. A masterpiece, aren’t you? All mine.”

I nod.

“Say it.” His fingers drive into me with a sudden, punishing rhythm. The scalpel slips from behind my ear and hits the floor with a sharp, metallic clatter. “Look in the fucking mirror. See how divine you look when I’m knuckle-deep inside you and tell me you belong to me.Sayit, Holly.”

I’m so fucking turned on I can barely think straight. “I-I belong to you.” I arch back a little, pressing my ass to his hard cock.

His sharp exhale tickles the back of my neck. Every thrust of his hand pushes me closer to the edge, my body taut and arms bound behind me. He’s brutal in the most perfect way. Fingers pumping deep, thumb drawing slow, devastating circles around my clit, making it impossible to form a coherent thought.

“God, the things I want to do to you.” His lips brush the sides of my sensitive neck. “I want to undress you with my teeth. Drag my lips across your hips. Biting you. Marking you. I want to keep your hands tied and fuck you only from behind.” His pace increases like he’s imagining all of this. “I want to feel you under me. On your back. I want your legs propped on my shoulders. Your mouth open and gasping, begging for more as I fuck you all night like a goddamn pornstar.”

God, yes. A moan spills from my lips as I ache to touch him, my wrists flexing uselessly against the silk tie.

“I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You deserve more respect than this, don’t you?”

If he doesn’t make me come right now, I am going to die.

Tears prick my eyes as they fall shut. I can’t stop shaking. I want to reach for him. I want to touch him. Taste him.

“Open your eyes, baby. See what I see when I make you come.”

Heat flashes through me so quickly I have to swallow hard against it. My eyes open.

His gaze holds mine as he watches me watch us. His fingers go on moving inside of me and my muscles clench around him. I can see my arousal dripping down his wrist and my thighs.

“Go on. Tell me how much you hate me and how despite it all you still need me to make you come.”

I feel his erection behind me firmly pulsating against my lower back.I don’t hate you. “I don’t need you.”

His pace slows instantly. Sadist. I am going to slit the bastard’s throat.

I try to shoot him a glare, but it’s a pathetic attempt. Weak and half-hearted. There’s no real fire behind it. Just desperation. My chest heaves with each ragged breath. I’m desperate for release, but he won’t give it to me.

I try to move again, my hips instinctively seeking any friction they can get, but Theo slows down even more, savoring my struggle. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to earn it. Say the magic words, Dr. Moore.”

“Please,” I choke.

“Please what?”

“Please, Theo. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t stop.”

He tilts his head, his gaze burning into mine. “Is that so? You need me that bad, huh?”

“Y-yes, I need it.”

He drives into me hard enough to rip the breath from my lungs. “Me. You needme.”

Yes! Yes, I do!

He curls his fingers inside me, and my first orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt, so sudden and explosive I don’t even get a chance to process it before the second one rolls in. Slower, then building up and up and up, rising with mind-numbing pleasure exploding with his touch —

My phone buzzes somewhere in the room.

I jolt back like I’ve been burned, my pulse still hammering, my body still electric. Theo doesn’t let go immediately, his fingers still buried deep inside me like he’s debating whether to ignore it.