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Her hands, she realized, were gripping her nightgown so tightly that they left wrinkles when she glanced down surreptitiously, then tried to smooth them out against her thighs.

“My favorite toy is broken right now,” Alex said in that crystal clear voice of his, moving into the room with such slow and casual grace you’d think he was wanderingthrough a garden. “I need a Dolly to play with.” The look in his eye did not match his expression or his manner.

Without meaning to, she took a step back as he moved closer to her. A thrill, like a bomb going off inside of her, tangled hopelessly with the fear that his presence inspired. She kept hearing the sound of his switchblade opening, the way he’d tasted her blood with such hunger. Horrible. Intriguing.

“What if the Dolly doesn’t want to play,” she said, all courage leaking away from her now, and she succumbed to her desire to back away and until her backside hit the bureau and she had to steady herself to keep from toppling it over. The closer he moved, the more the genteel facade dropped away. In its place was a fey and vicious thing, beautiful and blood freezing.

Then, he was standing in front of her, body pressing against her, face so close that their eyelashes were nearly touching. His warm hands were on top of hers, trapping them against the aged wood, knee beginning to wedge between her legs which she worked fruitlessly to keep pressed together.

“Oh, but I know she does,” he said, voice low and tender as a lover.

Now, her voice escaped her. An aching hunger was waking up inside of her, the yawning abyss that sought to swallow whatever suffering intimacy might offer her. Gentleness she had asked for from Lindsay. Gentleness before she died. But the darker part of her, the depravedpart of her, wanted to hurt. Wanted to suffer. For all that she’d done. For all that she hadn’t done.

“Tell me,” he said. His hot breath moved across her cheek and down her neck. The sound of him breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of her like a predator and releasing the breath with an intense hunger that went straight to the molten heat between her legs. One of his hands went to her throat and applied just enough pressure to make her shiver. “Tell me how much you want to play.”

The bastard was trying to humiliate her. Make her complicit in this game of his. And, God help her, something about that fanned the flames inside of her.

She opened and closed her mouth, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. His hand shifted from her neck to her jaw, and he squeezed her face so tightly that she almost cried out. His index finger slipped along her lower lip, teasing at it. Then, he pressed at her lips until she opened them and he slid his finger inside. They stared at each other a moment before, with a trembling tongue, she caressed the length of it. The look in his eye darkened and his breath hitched. Again, his face was so close to hers that their eyelashes were nearly touching. His voice was a soft, earth shattering rumble against her cheek. “I know what you want, Dolly. And I know how to give it to you the way no one else ever has.” His other hand was catching at her nightgown and tugging it up until his fingers made contact with her thigh.

The fingers on her thigh rose higher, tracing her hip and slipping between them to find her cunt hot and wet. He laughed a little, just a small huff against her face. “Always so prepared, Dolly.”

“Shut up,” she said, after letting his finger out of her mouth. His hand caught her by the face again, fingers biting into her cheeks until she cried out softly.

“I haven’t done a very good job at teaching my Dolly manners,” he said. “My mistake.” All the while, his fingers teased around the bud of her clitoris and then dipped just into the wetness of her slit, causing her knees to weaken more and more by the moment.

Then his hand left her face. Until it came back, crashing against her cheek in a stinging slap that sent her head to the side and caused her eyes to sting with tears.

A small wail of surprise erupted from her. Pain, stinging pain exploded in the side of her face, pain that caused her anger and a horrible swell of humiliation. But it began to shift, to enhance the pleasure he was milking from her with his two middle fingers now plunging in and out of her cunt, stroking over and over the greedy trigger inside of her.

“It’s my responsibility to teach you manners, Dolly,” he said in a soothing, silken voice. He caught her face again and gave her a chin a shake until she looked him in the eye. “But don’t worry. I have a feeling you’ll learn.”

Then, he slapped her again. This time, the sound she made was more guttural, a throb of pleasure in her voice that she couldn’t suppress. Without meaning to, she wasspreading her legs wider so he could fuck her with his fingers without inhibition.

God help her, it felt incredible. The expert way his fingers moved, drawing more and more nectar from her cunt, and she could feel it dripping down her thigh. A wet sloppy sound punctuated the air, but she was so far gone that she didn’t care. Lindsay had coaxed pleasure out of her with precise and careful devotion to her gratification. Alex’s fingers were demanding it from her, taking it from her whether or not she wanted it.

“What a greedy little cunt,” he whispered, watching her face closely. “Does that feel good, Dolly?”

She bit down on her bottom lip, and closed her eyes.

Then, another smack, searing the side of her face and causing her to give up another wail of mingling pain and pleasure.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Good,” he said. And then he withdrew his fingers, leaving her trembling and full of stars ready to explode. It was so abrupt that she couldn’t help but moan in protest. And she was so swamped with pleasure and the abrupt end of it, that she didn’t put up a fight at all when his hands were suddenly on her hips, roughly turning her to face the mirror. There they were together in the foggy reflection, his white hair like a brilliant flame against her black hair as he pressed his cheek against hers. Hand around her throat again.

“How beautiful you are,” he murmured in her ear. “Just like a Dolly. Don’t we make a pair?”

Then, both of his hands were catching at the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up until she had to put up her arms so she wasn’t trapped inside of it as he made to pull it over her head.

“Mine to dress and undress,” he murmured. Then, he grabbed both of her hands and pressed them onto the bureau. “Don’t move.” Even if he hadn’t ordered her, she wouldn’t have had any choice but to do it, lest her legs give out beneath her.

He kicked her feet apart with his leather shoe. Then, he slipped his finger in her mouth, still sticky with the taste of her nectar. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Very polite to clean up after yourself.”

Oh god. A toxic, fuming mix of shame and black desire was churning in the center of her. She closed her eyes and put her head back as his practiced fingers circled her backside, kneading and massaging the cheeks.

“Gorgeous,” he said, a word that made her bite down on her lower lip. “It will be more gorgeous with my cock inside of it.” Oh god. He slipped his fingers inside of his mouth, still damp from her own, and then dropped down and teased at the tight ring of her ass. She barely had time to moan and tense her body, then he plunged a finger inside of her without care or caution, causing her to wince and yelp at the horrible sting this sudden invasion produced.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he said in a light, pleasant voice. Then, his free hand slipped over hip and her pubic bone.Fingers found her clitoris again, rubbing deep, delicious circles.

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