Page 100 of Twisted Proposal

"One time, I punished you in my fantasy," I admitted, slipping his fingers from my lips.

His hand went to my breast, pinching and kneading.

He let out a warning growl. I knew Artem wouldn't like the idea of being punished.

"You fucked up," I said, trying to think past the overwhelming pleasure and pressure building in my core, begging for release.

I needed some control. Even when he was in charge, I needed to show him I still mattered. I still needed freedom to make my own decisions and for him to respect them.

"So I made you watch as I touched myself. I was in your bed, wearing only your tie as I touched myself and made myself come over and over. You weren't allowed to touch me, not until I said?—"

He fucked me harder with his fingers. The finger that was just brushing against my dark hole was now massaging it, slipping only an inch inside.

"Fuck, Artem," I groaned, leaning into his touch. "I need to come. Let me come."

"Not yet," he said.

Shivers and a cold sweat broke out over my entire body. My thighs were shaking so hard they hurt. I couldn't hold on much longer, but I refused to break before he did.

"Artem," I said, this time a demand, not a plea.

"No," he growled and pushed his finger in further. It burned, but that just intensified everything.

"Artem," I screamed.

He pulled away from me, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me over onto my back.

He shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Then lined his cock up with my aching cunt. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance, hot and hard.

"Admit you want me, that you crave the way I fuck you," he growled.

"No." I wouldn't. I'd already admitted too much.

"Admit it." He drew tight circles over my clit with his thumb.

"No," I said again.

"Admit it or I will leave you here tied to this bed, needing release. And I will go find someone else to?—"

Jealousy surged inside of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him toward me. I wanted to kill someone at the thought of his hands on another woman.

"Admit it," he shouted.

"Fine,” I shouted back. “I want you. I need your cock inside of me and even when I hate you, I want you to fuck me into submission."

He thrust in hard and fast.

The delicious stretch of him filling me completely made me cry out.

"It might not mean you don't hate me, but it means that you are mine."

He was brutal, and it was fucking perfect.

I came twice screaming his name, and he followed right after, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself with a guttural groan.

He untied me before collapsing next to me and pulling me into his arms. His heart pounded against my back, his breath hot against my neck.

"You’re going to fight me every step of the way, aren’t you?" he muttered against my skin, and I could feel the dark promise in his words.