Page 73 of The Library

“I know you’re not a delicatefuckingflower, Lilith,” I growl, my voice thick with desire and anger. “I know the power of your name.Lilith—the first woman to defy, to rise up and claim her own darkness, to reject submission. And you think I don’t see that fire in you? You want control, but I will always control you. Maybe I need to fuck the attitude out of you,” I growl, my voice dripping with angry promises and the need to fuck her and teach her a lesson. Her body responds instantly, her back arching, her hips pushing toward me, even as she gasps for breath.

Her lips part, but no words come. Just a soft, desperate whimper. That’s the sound I want to hear. But before I can take it further, she does the last thing I expect.

She fuckingpunchesme.

Her fist connects with my mouth, the sharp taste of blood flooding my senses as I stagger back, caught off guard. For a second, I stare at her in disbelief. She actually fucking hit me. But goddamn, if it doesn’t make my cock rock hard.

She glares at me, defiance burning in those wide blue eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The fight in her, that fucking fire—it only turns me on more. I step closer,backing her up against the wall again, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to remind her who’s really in control.

“You think hitting me changes anything?” I ask, my voice a dark rasp, amusement lacing every word. “You think you can fight me and win? You’ve got no fucking idea what you just started.”

Her lip curls, a sneer forming as she struggles against my hold, but I can see it—she’s conflicted. She’s angry, but there’s lust in her eyes too. Lust and fear, and they both fuel me like nothing else. I can feel her pulse racing under my hand, the mix of emotions crashing through her.

I lean in, licking my busted lip, my blood mixing with her taste as I press my body against hers, pinning her completely. “You hit like a fucking girl,” I taunt, my breath hot against her ear. “But god, you look so fucking beautiful when you fight back.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get a word out, I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, my cock grinding against her. The groan that slips out of me is almost primal. She’s wet. Soaking fucking wet, despite everything. And I know she can feel how hard I am for her, how much I want to break her down again, make her mine all over.

Her body tenses, and I loosen my grip just slightly, enough for her to breathe, to respond. “Go on, darling,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust and adrenaline. “Tell me. Do you want to keep fighting? Or do you want me to fuck that anger out of you until you can’t even think straight?”

Her lips part, and I can see the battle in her eyes. Her defiance is still there, but there’s something else now, something darker and more desperate. And that’s when I know I’ve won.

“Because if you’re going to hit me,” I growl, “you better fucking mean it. Otherwise, you’ll be begging for me to stop before I’m done with you.”

I drag my fingers down her neck, feeling her pulse pounding under my touch, and I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me, to face the chaos she’s just unleashed. “So what’s it gonna be, Lilith?”

Grinning like the psychopath that I am, I step closer to her, towering over her smaller frame. My lip is busted, my teeth stained red, but I don’t care. In fact, I fucking love it.

I tighten my grip on her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her eyes widening as she stares up at me. The fear, the defiance—it’s all there, flickering behind her gaze, and it only makes my blood run hotter. “Are you wanting to fight or fuck, darling?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “Because I’m getting mixed signals.”

Her eyes flicker with something—anger, desire, maybe both—and I can see her trying to process what just happened. She’s still panting, her body buzzing with the same energy that’s coursing through mine, but she doesn’t pull away. Hell, I don’t want her to.

I press my lips to hers, not gently, not softly. This kiss is rough, brutal—a punishment in itself. The blood from my split lip smears across her mouth, staining her perfect lips red. She moans into the kiss, her body trembling under mine, and I can taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with her. It fuels me, the sight of her covered in my blood, her surrender already starting to take shape.

But it’s not enough. I’m still pissed. I’m going to punish her.

I pull back slightly, but only so I can drag my lips across her face, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her neck—painting her with it, marking her with it. I rip that fucking slutty dress right down the middle, her braless tits popping out when I do, I kiss them, biting her nipple, as she throws her head back and moans. I want her covered in me, in my blood, while I fuck her like the whore she wants to be.She gasps as my lips travel back up, her breath hitching when I nip at the soft skin of her throat, my blood smearing across her beautiful skin like a twisted masterpiece.

“Look at you,” I growl against her neck, my hand tightening in her hair as I yank her head back. “My pretty little thing, all covered in my blood. Hit me all you want, darling, make me bleed. I will gladly bleed for you. But it’s going to cost you. Make damn sure you hit me hard enough for it to be worth it.”

I press my body harder against hers, my blood smeared on her face, her hands still shaking from the punch she landed. I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I growl, “You think I don’t love it? You think it doesn’t turn me on when you make me bleed?”

I drag my thumb across my still bleeding lip, smearing more blood on her mouth, before licking it off her skin. “I get off on the pain, Lilith. Every hit, every drop of blood—you fuel me. It makes me want to fuck you so hard it hurts, like the whore you are.”

Her breath hitches, and I can see the hunger in her eyes as I push her further into this dark, twisted game.

Her body trembles, and I know she’s feeling it—the combination of fear, desire, and the raw need coursing through her. She’s covered in my blood, marked by me in every way that matters. And I’m going to make sure she knows it.

Her body trembles, and I know she’s feeling it—the combination of fear, desire, and the raw need coursing through her.

I pull back, my hand still gripping her throat, my eyes boring into hers. “You think you can piss me off like that and get away with it? You think I won’t fucking make you regret it? And punish you like the whore you’re so eager to be for me?”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Just a soft, desperate whimper. That’s what I want to hear.

Without another word, I drag her to the bed, forcing her down onto her knees. She doesn’t resist. She knows better. I grab a length of rope from the nightstand, and quickly bind her wrists together behind her back.

Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I stand over her, my cock straining against my jeans. She’s watching me, her eyes wide, waiting for my next move.

“You want to see me pissed off, Lilith?” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. “You won’t like it. And if any man ever touches you, I’ll kill him.”

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