Page 91 of Cruel Dominion

There was an edge of vulnerability to his blue eyes that disarmed me, melting away whatever was left of all that pointless rage.

“Let me make you feel good. Call it”—he flicked my nose with his—“my way of apologizing.”

“I—”

Why couldn’t I just say it?

“N-no,” I mumbled.

“Sorry, was that a ‘no’?”

He was fucking teasing me. After the shit he pulled today.

Meanwhile, out there, there could be a hundred dangerous humans trying to get their hands on me to deliver me back to Josh.

God. I didn’t want to think about that.

I didn’t want to think about any of it.

“Hey.”

I looked up at him.

“Don’t be afraid. Not of me.”

“I’m not.”

But I should be.

He grinned at that and ground his erection against my pussy in a way that made me convulse around him, unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure this time.

“There she is,” he dipped his head to the crook of my neck, kissing along the sensitive flesh there. “I’m going to fuck you now, little siren. Make you forget all the reasons you were angry.”

With every roll of his hips, I lost more and more of my sense, my greedy cunt beginning to pulse and ache with a need so strong I resolved to just lie there and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

I wanted to forget all the bad. Just for a while.

And he was going to do it anyway.

Carter wasted no time tearing my clothes off and throwing them on the floor in tattered heaps, leaving me naked in front of him.

I shivered, not from the cool air, but from the way his eyes raked over me. Devouring me.

He pressed one hand on my chest, between my breasts, keeping me flat on the bed. With the other, he tugged on my hair, pulling my head to the side so he could have total access to my neck.

He scattered hot, open-mouthed kisses across the sensitive skin until I moaned for him.

“You love it when I take what I want from you, don’t you, little siren?”

I clenched my teeth against a reply because the one word answer that shouted in my mind was yes.

Yes.

I loved it. I loved every dirty, depraved second of it. And I hated that I loved it, but soon, Carter would make me forget that, too.

“You don’t have to answer me, Anna. I already know your truth.”

He shifted from me, and I opened my eyes to find him slowly undressing beside the bed. I made no secret of watching his every movement, keeping my expression as placid as I could. I was still angry with him. He didn’t deserve to know how much his body turned me on. This was my small way of getting back at him.

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