Page 88 of Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

He tore through my pants without trying and slid two fingers straight into me.

I groaned, grinding against his hand as he tightened his grip around my throat, cutting off my air, my blood supply. A man who had tortured enough people to know just where his hands needed to go to cause the most amount of pain and pleasure.

He sank his teeth into my neck. Over and over again. Leaving painful bite after painful bite as his fingers worked inside of me, teasing, curling, slamming into me.

I shoved back against him, but he didn’t move. A solid wallto support me as he added another finger, as he made me writhe.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling his hardened cock press against my ass.

“He wants you too. Why are you fighting this?”

Trick smiled, the pressure building through me, spreading across my bones, down my legs. He finally took a step forward. And another, and another until I felt his shadows wrap around my wrists and pull my hands up.

I opened my eyes, finding a tree before us, and I watched in a mixture of horror and pleasure as my bound hands lifted up above my hand and finally pressed into the damp bark of the tree.

His shadows tightened around them, pulling my hands into the tree.

I pulled at them as he gently probed an ankle with his foot. I looked down, he wanted me to spread my legs further.

I pulled at the restraints again, trying to fight off his pushing, but as he curled his fingers in again, my legs began to wobble, and I had no choice but to do what he suggested.

He spread my legs out until they were just over shoulder-length apart and then he pressed me up against the tree until the bark bit into my forehead, his hot breath spreading over my neck, causing me to shiver.

I was unable to keep my cries in as he grabbed my clit and pulled at it, flicked it, pinched it.

Tears poured down my cheeks, my body trembling in the need for more. “Fuck,” I whimpered, grinding backagainst his hand, his pulsing cock.

“Do you want me to stop?” he mumbled against my skin. A half snarl. He was about to lose it himself, I couldfeelit.

I shook my head, my nails digging into the tree. I didn’t. I needed him to keep going. I needed him to—

“Good.” He pulled his fingers out and pressed me against the tree in a way that kept me from moving.

My eyes widened, and I was in such shock, I let him hold me, my entire body so strung out, I felt like I was going to implode. “What are you doing?” I breathed, heart pounding against my ribs.

He nipped at my ear rather than answering and found my neck again, kissing the soft skin just above that black chain collar gently before sucking on it so hard, my breath caught.

I closed my eyes as his legs spread mine a little more, the craving for any type of friction so overwhelming that I was nearly sick with it. I neededhim.

I pulled at my hands again, my fingers tingling, my body shivering from the cold, his cock pressing against my ass. There was no give anywhere. There was nothing I could fucking do.

I snarled. “You wanted to do this,” I spat. “You wanted me so badly that you made it a game. And now?”

He smiled against my neck, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many bruises he had left. “And now you’re being punished.”

“How is this a punishment?” I bit.

He pulled his hands away, sliding one back into my hair, and sliding the other back between my legs. “The best way to punish someone in denial,” he purred, “is to leave them wanting more.”

I snarled between my teeth as his hands caught on my soaking hair, pulling my head back. “Fuck you,” I muttered icily and shoved my ass back into his cock. If he was going to taunt me, I could taunt him too.

“It’s not taunting if you want it too.”

I wanted tofuckingscream.

He chuckled darkly and slid his fingers back in.

I groaned, shoving back against him again.

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