Page 119 of Cruel Riches

“Say it properly,” Nate commanded, sliding his fingers out of me. I heard his zipper go down, and I quaked as the tip of his cock slid up and down my folds.

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, still feeling a tiny shred of resistance.

“Then I can’t help you.” Nate’s cock moved away from me, and desperation coiled in my core, melting every last bit of my resolve.

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck me,” I said softly. “Please.”

“Are you sure you want that?” he asked, moving one hand around to slowly rub at my clit.

“Yes,” I whimpered. My body had gone from overheated to blazing. “Now. Please!”

I screamed when he entered me, eyes nearly rolling back in my head. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size. He began to mercilessly thrust right away, fucking me like he wanted to kill me. Savage and relentless.

An orgasm ripped through me as his hand came down on my ass in a vicious slap. It was just as violent as his thrusts, leaving me weak and boneless, and I felt my muscles spasming out of control, tightening on his length as he hammered into me.

“Fucking slut,” he muttered, slapping me again as I moaned and whimpered. “You just came from me hitting you.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Again. Please.”

He wasted no time fulfilling my request. His hand rained down smack after brutal smack on my ass, and my lusty moans bounced off the walls as my voice rose to a fever pitch. One orgasm wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire in my belly. I needed more. So much more.

My muscles tightened up again when one of Nate’s hands went around my throat, squeezing hard. His other hand gripped my left hip, holding me steady as he pounded into me in long, punishing strokes. The frantic, keening noises spilling from my lips were shamefully loud, but I didn’t care who heard. I wouldn’t even care if we had an audience right now.

“Fuck…” Nate let out a low groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

His grip on my hips began to burn. I knew I would be covered in bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Right now, the pain—just like everything else—felt fucking incredible.

All the air rushed out of my lungs as Nate slid deep inside me again. My nerves were taut and ready for me to explode. I was going to come again, and I still hadn’t touched my clit.

“More,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder. Please…”

“Greedy little slut.” Nate slid out of me, torturously slow, before plunging back in, driving his cock so deep it hurt.

I whimpered and gasped as pleasure ricocheted through me again and again.

I stopped counting after the fourth orgasm. Nate fucked me into a wet, quivering mess, slapping me, choking me, and tugging on my hair as his cock slammed in and out of me, burying itself to the hilt every time.

Sweat dripped down my face, mixing with tears of ecstasy. I couldn’t see myself, but I knew my cheeks were coated in black rivulets of mascara. It was exactly what Nate wanted.

He’d won our twisted battle, and I let him.

Worse, I loved every second of it.

My mind shattered along with my body as Nate sent me over the edge yet again, and my breath left me in a long, low moan. I’d never come so many times before. Never loved sex so much.

I tried to tell myself it was just the drugs, but deep down, I knew there was more to it than that. I felt it the first time I fucked Nate in the cell beneath Blackthorne, and I felt it again now; that tantalizing sensation of belonging to someone in the most primal way. Our bodies didn’t care how much we hated each other. All they cared about was putting out the fire that ignited whenever we touched.

By the time Nate was finally done with me, I’d lost all sense of time. All I knew was that the unbearable itch inside me had finally been scratched. My hunger had been sated.

He untied my aching wrists from behind my back and removed the spreader bar from between my ankles, letting me collapse to the hard floor. As I lay there, panting and trembling, the final waves of pleasure faded away, and shame rushed through me.

Nate detected the change in the air right away. He stood up straight and tapped my lower back with one foot, making me jerk onto my side.

“Tell me what happened here tonight,” he said, lips curving into a nasty smirk. “Tell me how bad you wanted it.”

“No,” I muttered. I tried to sit up so that I’d look bigger and braver, but my muscles were like jelly. Utterly useless.

Nate knelt in front of me, eyes glittering with a mixture of malice and amusement as his hands moved under my jaw. “Say it now, you stubborn little bitch.”

Regret and self-loathing knotted my belly. My chest felt hollow, and tears sprang to my eyes. “Please… don’t make me do it,” I sobbed. “You got what you wanted. Why isn’t that enough?”

“Because I want to hear you say the words,” he growled, fingers flexing around my throat. “Tell me the truth, Alexis, or I’ll make you regret it. Did you want it?”

I let out a long, shaky sigh. I didn’t have a choice. I had to tell the truth, and I had to do it now.

“Yes,” I said, my voice coming out in a choked whisper. “I wanted it.”

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