Page 32 of Ruthless

“Need me to what?” The bastard is toying with me and knows exactly what I’m begging for.

“I need you to fuck me. To make the ache go away.” My fingers dig into the muscles of his biceps in an attempt to pull him in closer to me. “Please.” I’m not above begging, and that’s the only encouragement he needs.

My words are like gasoline to the fire. He aligns himself with my core and slips inside of me in one quick thrust with such force all the air leaves me. He’s so big and thick that my muscles tense up.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growls out as he stills inside of me and waits for me to become accustomed to his size. “Ken, baby, I need you to relax, or this will hurt you.”

“I’m trying. You’re just so big.” My head drops back against my pillow as I take a few deep breaths and will my body to relax. It takes a couple of times, but my muscles eventually get the message and slacken as they become accustomed to the invasion.

“Good girl.” He slides out and slams back inside, pinning me deeper into the mattress.

“Holy shit!” I hum out a moan as the tip of his piercing hits me deep inside, nailing my G-spot. My heels dig into the mattress from the intensity of sensations running through me. Sex has never been this intense for me before. That little piece of metal is taking me to new heights I didn’t imagine possible.

My fingers skate down his back and what I find surprises me. There are small marks all along his upper back. Some are smooth, and others feel bumpy. Zane freezes a brief second underneath my touch, but instead of freaking out like I’m expecting, he leans back and grabs my wrists. He presses them against his chest and a flashback to our first night together comes to me. I know what he wants without asking. I dig my fingernails into the flesh of his chest until I feel his skin push in and try to alleviate some of the tension coiling up inside of me.

“Fuck.” Zane sucks in a deep breath. “Hurt me. Make me bleed.” I do as he says and press even deeper. I’m rewarded with a deep growl. The tips of my nails scrape down his chest, leaving a trail of red behind. Blood trickles down his chest, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “More, Hummingbird. I need more.”

Pain and pleasure are a fine line, and I don’t want to go too far, but it’s almost as if he needs this. Craves it. I dig my fingernails into the bloody scratch marks on his chest until blood seeps under my fingernails, and Zane never loses his momentum. The more pain I inflict, the rougher he fucks me.

“Just like that.” He groans and pounds into me harder, pushing my headboard against the wall.

My head falls back, and I drop my hands to the sides of his arms for balance as he thrusts into me. Over and over. Never stopping. It becomes a violent storm of skin slapping against skin. Then the pace changes. It becomes rougher. Harsher. And it hurts.

When I look back up, there’s a glazed-over look on his face, and my heart stills. His eyes are a black void, and his face has lost all color. His body is here, but his mind is somewhere else. I cup the side of his face and stroke his cheek with my finger.

“Hey, come back to me.” When he doesn’t respond, I try again. “Zane,” I say, a bit firmer, tightening my grip on his face. Still nothing.

His fingers sink into the pillow on either side of my head as his features harden and he slams back inside me. A gasp leaves me as a mixture of pleasure and pain fills me. Wherever he’s trapped, it isn’t good. Beads of sweat drip down his face, and the tendons stand out on the sides of his neck. An ache builds deep inside my throat as I watch helplessly underneath him as he falls apart before me.

I need to think of something and fast. Or else things are going to get a lot worse. I jerk his head down to mine and kiss him. At first, he doesn’t kiss me back. I keep at him, coaxing him to open up for me. It takes a few moments for him to come out of his head, but once he is back with me, he takes control, shoving his tongue inside my mouth. Tasting myself on his tongue has my toes curling into the mattress. When he pulls back, I’m left breathless.

“I’m sorry.” He presses his forehead against mine and sighs.

“Where did you go?” My heart pounds against my chest as I watch his color come back.

“Nowhere.” He brushes off my concern as his hips pick back up at a much slower pace than before. It’s as if he’s apologizing to me for earlier.

I quickly succumb to the new rhythm and feel the peak of orgasm number two coming on when Zane stops. I open my mouth, ready to rip him a new one, but he flips us over until I’m straddling him. How he manages to do that without breaking our connection is a mystery. My knees press up against his sides as I gasp for breath. This position puts him even deeper inside me. I can feel him in my stomach. It’s so intense that I can barely stay upright.

“Ride me.” He slaps the cheek of my ass before gripping a handful of flesh.

I lean forward and brace my hands on the headboard and slam my hips back down on top of him. Zane takes advantage of this new position and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks and swirls around the sensitive flesh until it stiffens. And fuck me, does it feel good.

“You keep doing that, and I’m going to come again.” I slap my hand against the headboard and try to get my breathing under control.

He groans in response but doesn’t stop. A stirring builds inside me, and I’m overcome with the need to move. I pull back until he lets go of my nipple with a loud pop and takes charge.

My fingers hook inside the hoops of his nipple rings, and I tug on the little pieces of metal with each rotation of my hips. Zane’s fingers dig deeper into my waist as he lets out a growl in response. I never stop grinding and tugging until that familiar ache builds. It isn’t long until I feel my inner walls clench around him. I throw my head back and ride him as if my life depends on it.

“Fuck,” Zane growls out as he throbs inside of me, spilling his release.

I rotate my hips a few more times and come again, not stopping until we’re both wrung out and sated. Spent and limp, my body collapses on top of his firm chest. I listen to his heart pounding as I try to steady my rapid breathing.

The seconds morph into minutes as we lie like this. Connected and at peace. Nothing exists outside of this bubble we’ve concocted but the two of us. And I wish it could stay that way for a while longer, but Zane has other ideas.

He rolls us over until we’re back, right where we started with me on my back. I wince from the loss when he pulls out of me, but he doesn’t leave me for long. He lays down next to me and brings me up against his chest. His warm fingers strum over my back in smooth strokes, and it only adds to the cloud of pleasure my head is floating on.

“We need to talk.”

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