Page 71 of Hot Blooded

“Please what?”

She hesitated—not certain if, in this moment, he wanted the truth or the fantasy. She thought of how much he loved hunting her, feeding from her while she fought him, until her will to resist was stolen by his venom. He would only ever claim her once—she wanted that claiming to be everything he ever fantasized about, deep in the recesses of his own self-contained, wicked soul.

“Please don’t take me,” she begged.

Amos’s pupils narrowed to a pinpoint before flashing wide again. He paused, his gaze searching hers. After a moment, he seemed to read what he needed to, and his features relaxed into a cruel smile. “Beg all you want, sweetheart. It won’t get you anywhere. If I want you, you’re mine.”

She twisted, trying to scramble away from him, but he moved like lightning, snatching her wrists and pinning them to the bed. She stared up at him, breasts heaving with each breath. “Let me go.”

He transferred his hold on her wrists to one hand, his grip verging on painful. His free hand roved down her body, finding the edge of her panties. He traced his finger along the top.

“No,” she gasped, hips arching involuntarily towards his touch.

His smile quirked. He curled his fingers into the lace and with one easy movement, ripped them off of her. She was naked except for her stockings, wet and ready for him. His finger slid down her mons, parted the lips of her pussy, and slid through the slick, wet heat there. Her thighs clenched together, but with easy strength, Amos slid one knee between hers, wedging her legs open.

Tessa panted for breath, twisting to escape him, secure in the knowledge that he’d never let her get away. She could fight as hard as she wanted, scream as loud as she wanted, and Amos would still be there, as steady and inexorable as an anchor. He laughed softly as she struggled against him, circling his finger around her entrance.

“Oh god,” she breathed, arching up for him, trying to pretend she was arching away. “No!”

He slipped two fingers inside her.

“Ah! No! Stop!”

His thumb found her clit, circling lazily. “You don’t want me to stop,” he purred, watching her with the lazy amusement of a cruel emperor. He slid his fingers out, only to push back in with three, spreading them wide inside her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, eyes falling shut as her hips rocked restlessly.

“He won’t help you,” Amos promised with a growl. His thumb circled her clit moving faster, harder.

“No,” Tessa objected weakly, her whole body tensing as pleasure began to coalesce deep in her core.

“You’re going to come for me,” Amos commanded.

“No, please don’t—”

He lowered his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while he strummed her clit with his thumb. The orgasm was instantaneous—a wave crashing over her out of nowhere, almost painful in its intensity.

“I told you you’re mine,” Amos growled, his face close to hers as she came back down from the climax.

She was too limp to fight him. She gasped for breath, her whole body rolling sinuously with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her. For a moment, his expression softened, and he gazed down at her with such open tenderness, Tessa’s heart lurched.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He kissed her, long and deep. “I love you,” he told her, voice deep with emotion. He pulled back slightly. The cruel mask slipped back on. “And I’ll make it so you can never leave.”

Tessa shot him a wicked smile before she fell back into her role. It was so easy to be his victim. “Don’t,” she begged faintly. “Please—”

With Tessa’s wrists still held in one hand, Amos used his free hand to open his jeans. He shoved them down his hips, freeing his jutting cock. Thick and veined, flushed dark, weeping pre-come from the tip, he took it in hand and stroked.

Tessa renewed her fight, pulling at her wrists, trying to squeeze her thighs together. Amos laughed at her struggles, using his knees to spread her thighs wide.

“You’re going to take all of this,” he told her.

“No!” She arched and bucked, twisting desperately. But she was helpless against his strength, subject to his every whim.

Amos aligned the head of his cock with her swollen, glistening folds, swiping through the copious slickness there. “You’re going to take every inch, and you’re going to like it.”

“No I won’t,” she gasped.

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