Page 93 of What You left in Me

A tear slips free. God, I was stupid to think this was good idea. I’m second-guessing my choices, but I know I’m in too deep now.

“No, only an animal would.” The words rasp from my throat.

Finn sneers. “Finally, you see.” He lowers his head and licks the blood from my skin, his tongue warm, soothing, undoing me with tenderness after cruelty. He straightens, lips glistening.

Everything inside me tightens. My mouth parts, aching to taste him back. To taste his blood. To make it even.

Finn’s hand closes around his length, stroking slowly while his eyes bore into mine. With his other hand he slides down, finding my center, easing a finger inside me.

Even though my body trembles and pulses, I don’t break character. He can’t know how much I crave this. I need to resist.

I dig deep, drawing on some hidden actress, coaxing a tear to fall. “I don’t want this.”

His nostrils flare. He lets go of himself and catches the tear on his fingertip. He looks at it, then at me, indecision flickering across his face like a storm. His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt. “You’ll be crying harder before I’m done with you.”

I start a mental list of what drives him.Tears. Struggle. Defiance.What would unmake him completely? I won’t stop until I know.

Another tear slides down, and I shove myself back into the old headspace— the one where I hated him. Finn doesn’t want meekness. He wants me unbroken.

His tongue sweeps my cheek, catching tears. I gasp and writhe, biting my lip as our naked bodies slide together. My nipples harden to aching points, harder than before.

He leans his forehead against mine. I breathe him in, glue myself to the post, make sure I don’t reach for him. That would wreck the game. I can’t want this.

“You’re so fucking twisted. Here I thought you were a good girl, Ariane.” His fingers drive between my legs, plunging deep. My knees shake as his hand rocks hard.

I whimper. My body swells, melts, needs. I’m ravenous for everything he gives, but I’m ravenous for the fight too. Saying no turns sex into something feral, something that shakes me apart. I’ve become a creature driven by lust; only Finn scratches that itch.

He murmurs words that are swallowed by the night-thick room. My breaths sound like a dream.

His finger pulses inside me. He sucks in a breath as I thrust against him, needing more.

I can’t help it.I moan.

He presses his cock against my hip, smearing pre-cum on my skin. His erection is a hot, hard temptation. His breathing matches mine, rough and uneven. “You can’t lie now. Not when your body tells me everything.” His fingers stroke deep, finding the places that throb.

He’s right. I can’t lie, and the tears come harder.

I want to screamtake me, I’m yours.Instead, I rasp, “Get your fingers out of me.”

“You do want this, you slut.” His voice ripples with dark silk. How much of this is him acting, too? How far would he go without restraint?

His hand works faster, drawing more slick heat from me. My breasts ache for his touch, my mouth for his tongue, but my heart is so full I feel I might ignite.

Then he withdraws. “I’m the only one who can give you what you crave, Ariane.” His fingers press my cheek, smearing my scent. “But I won’t take it.”

He steps between my thighs, positioning himself at my entrance. He rubs the tip along me and a gasp escapes. A cry.

I rock toward him, begging without words. My need trembles on the edge of breaking me apart.

“Give me what I want, or you become nothing.”

I glare. “I’m already giving you everything. There’s nothing left.”

His eyes blaze. He drags a hand through his hair, steps back. My hips follow on instinct, mortified, but he sees. His mouth curls. “Always lying.”

I stay silent.

He paces. “I’ll take you any way you want… if you give me what I want.”