Page 76 of Absolution

“A little,” I whisper, too ashamed to say it out loud.

I yelp as he bites down on an ass cheek and then grabs my panties, tearing them, ripping them off me.

“I thought that was just something they do in the movies,” I gasp.

Christian scoffs. “I don’t like obstacles.” He buries his face between my legs again, his tongue circling my clit, hard, flicking it, sucking on it as he pushes his fingers inside me again, thrusting, slow at first, and then harder, faster.

I clutch the sheets and whimper, rocking back, meeting his eager touch that brings me closer and closer to the edge. My head spins as my whole focus turns to one single point. His skin on mine, his tongue and fingers making me moan louder and louder as I begin to shake, teetering on the verge of losing my mind, forgetting who I am and who I am with.

I cry when he stops and pulls back.

“No!”

“Want me now, do you?”

I groan into the mattress.

“Tell me!” He slaps me hard, too hard, and all air rushes out of my lungs. The next slap is even harder, and I scream.

“Christian, no, please!”

He leans in, grabbing my chin, his eyes meeting mine, darting to the tears on my cheeks, and then back up to meet my gaze.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“Give me a word,” I hiss.

“Not until you tell me you’ll submit to me and stop fucking fighting me.”

I clench my lips together and stare defiantly at him. Fuck him!

“Kerry,” he growls.

“You can’t just come and take, and take, and take. You fucking ass!”

Christian laughs, and as his features lighten, my heart jumps at how beautiful he is.

“I can. And I will.”

He backs up and pushes me down onto the mattress, hard, his palm heavy on my lower back. I kick out, trying to get leverage, trying to get away, but he sits down on my thighs.

“Do you remember that first night?”

I’m still struggling, but go still as he speaks. “What?”

“When I pushed you up against the kitchen counter?”

Do I remember? What a joke. Every second with him is etched into my memory, burnt into my soul.

“Yes.”

“I almost took you there and then. With or without your consent. Do you know what made me stop?”

I exhale with a shudder and shake my head.

“Me neither. Do you think anything will make me stop tonight?”

I gasp, fighting to take my next breath as primal need starts a renewed furnace between my legs. Then I shake my head again. No, I don’t think anything will make him stop tonight. I can only pray there’s some little decency in him. He has said he won’t hurt me. He’s always said he won’t hurt me, except that one time when he really was out to hurt me.

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