Page 88 of Forbidden Lessons

Or what I want.

But he doesn’t give me the choice.

I never had a choice, not now, not when we played in the woods. And I liked that, because I’d spent most of my short life deciding for everyone else, including myself.

Kai gave me the freedom to justbe.

My eyes flicker closed when he drags the hem of my sundress up my thighs. They fly open again when he sinks his fingers in, deep enough to dimple. Hard enough to bruise.

The hand around my throat tenses and relaxes as his attention shifts. His green eyes dart from my lips, to my throat, to my heaving chest, to where he’s clamping down on my leg.

“When did you become such an obedient mutt?” he muses to himself as he drags his fingernails up my inner thigh. They’re not long, not sharp, but he still leaves deep scratches behind that burn like hell.

When he shoves his hand between my legs and clamps down on my pussy, an electric thrill tears through me. I gasp, spluttering at his eyes dart back to mine and he tightens, tightens, tightens his grip on my neck.

I can’t speak anymore. He’s taken that from me, too.

Can’t object, can’t call for help.

Would I want to?

I’m holding onto his wrist, my fingernails digging in, drawing blood. I don’t remember when I grabbed him, only that my arms are tiring.

My legs shaking as I struggle to hold on to his waist.

He leans in, his breath a hot pant against the side of my neck as he uses the flat of his hand to rub my pussy. Back, forth, the friction driving me insane.

I grab his hair, yank at his head. His neck bends willingly enough, but the vicious gleam in his eyes is all the warning I get before he punishes me for interfering with his game.

He scrapes aside my underwear and shoves two fingers inside me so suddenly, so violently, that I gasp despite his strangling grip. My body bucks, but I’m not trying to get away.

I’m pushing him in deeper.

And then I’m rocking, hips arching, desperately chasing a growing ache burning inside me.

“You trying to come before I choke you out?” The tendons in Kai’s neck stand taut as he stares down his nose at me. “Yeah, I like the sound of that game. Let’s play.”

He steps back, and I lose my grip around his waist. My feet thump back onto the uneven ground, one ankle almost twisting as it lands on the edge of an exposed root.

Kai lets me take one sweet breath, then his hand is pinning my throat against the trunk again. I grab his wrist on instinct, but hetsksme with a shake of his head.

He holds up the hand he had between my legs, spreads his fingers.

“Look how fucking wet you are,” he says, glancing at the sticky web spanning between his fingers.

I shudder as he sticks those fingers in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. When he pulls them out, they’re soaked in saliva.

That wetness streaks my skin as he puts his hand up my skirt and tugs my underwear down to my knees.

I try to twist my thighs, but it doesn’t matter to him. Neither does clamping my legs closed. He shoves the blade of his hand between them anyway and twists, wrenching me open.

The hand around my throat tightens.

“Ready…set…go,” he whispers.

My eyes roll into my head when he rams his fingers inside me.

“Yeah, you love being manhandled, don’t you? Pretending you’re the flowers and chocolates, making love by the fireplace kind of girl when all you want is someone to use you like they lost the receipt.”

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