Page 134 of What You left in Me

“That’s…” My voice cracks. “That’s the cruelest thing she’s ever done.”

He doesn’t argue. Just says, softly, “I’ll keep my word.”

I tilt my face up before I realize I’m moving. He meets me halfway. His hand slides behind my neck, steadying me, grounding me, and I hate how right it feels.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.

“I can’t,” I whisper. “You’d just ignore me.”

He laughs under his breath, low and rough. “You know me too well.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“I wish you didn’t too,” he says, and there’s no humor in it. Just hunger. That night, he fucks me senseless, ties me up, calls me his slave, and thrusts in me with force I’ve never felt before. I tell him I hate it and it drives him insane. That’s how we do it. Sex with him is adventurous… too adventurous but this what I’ve signed up for.

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I jolt awake, a moan tearing from my throat. My eyes snap open, the world tilting as I lie on my side, staring at the window’s pale glow. I know exactly where I am, who’s with me, and why my body feels like it’s been set ablaze.

Finn’s arm is a steel band across my chest, pinning me in place as he moves inside me, slow and deliberate. I’ve never been taken like this before, intimate, yet distant, no need to lock eyes since I’m facing away. It’s a position that, in the hands of someone skilled, could ruin me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

My cheek presses into the mattress, one hand fisting the sheets as my body sways with his rhythm. His steady, torturous thrusts are driving me to the edge of sanity.

I’m boneless, consumed, drowning in a haze of sleep and raw desire.

“You with me?” his voice rumbles low, his breath hot in my hair.

I squeeze my eyes shut against the sunlight creeping through the curtains.

Another day, another exquisite torment.

I know he will never misses a chance to claim me. My skin hums like it’s been doused in fire, every nerve sparking as he keeps me teetering on the brink. I’m too far gone to resist. His hand grazes my breasts, then settles at the base of my throat.

“Ariane.”

“Yes?”

He shifts me onto my back, still moving inside me, his body angled as he drapes my thighs over his.

His hair is a mess, eyes bloodshot, stubble rough and unkempt.

His thumb brushes the curve of my cheek. I’m not going to make this easy on him. I’ll torment him too.

“Look at me.”

“No.” I need to tease him to get him going, this much I’ve realized.

His fingers clamp my jaw, forcing my gaze back to him.

“You know I don’t like that word.”

I lash out, but he’s ready, snatching my wrist and pinning it to the bed.

“Let me in, Ari,” he growls against my sweat-slick temple.

“Never!” He drives himself deeper, making me gasp.

“You know this is where you belong.”