Page 10 of The Heart of Midnight

Glancing back at the open window, I shrug. “You called.”

Even in the dark I can see the smile on her gorgeous face as she lays back again and spreads her legs. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Oh yeah, this is complicated. The more I come back, the less afraid she is. The more she openly admits she wants it. The moreshe acts like I’m her boyfriend and we’re role-playing some rape fantasy, not living through the real thing.

I’m surprised to find it doesn’t ruin it for me, but I am afraid of gettingtooattached. Well, I’ve been stalking her for months so that isn’t the right word. Domestic, maybe? Yeah. That.

“Hands above your head, Avery.”

“Make me,” she practically growls, the energy between us shifting to something much more lethal. “Or did you think I’d just be a good girl because you decided to grace me with your presence?”

Maybe not so domestic after all.

“Careful, kitten,” I growl, slowly walking around to her side of the bed. “My patience is thin tonight. Put your fucking hands above your head, grip the headboard.”

Biting her lip, she reaches up to do as told and stretches out her body for me, arching in a way that makes my cock ache for her. “And what of my patience, Midnight?”

The nickname catches me off guard. I get it, and I have to admit it’s a better fucking moniker than Muerte, but something about it seems too intimate and too foreign all at once. “Midnight,” I huff, slowly easing the dagger from my belt and letting the flat side slap down on her thigh. “What makes you think I give a shit about your patience? You’ve been getting a little too comfortable here. Do I need to remind you that I’m here for my pleasure, not yours?”

Her breath hitches in her throat at my tone, and without looking away from her face, I see the way her knees clench together in my periphery. “Mm,” is all she hums.

It isn’t a confirmation or a denial, but either way, it pisses me off. What right did she have to get so far under my skin then convince herself she could boss me around? Threaten me? No. She needs a reminder.

“Roll over and spread your fucking legs again.”

She sits up instead and shoves me before I can react, and it feels like she just truly realized she can actually fight me this time with all of her limbs free. “Fucking make me.”

Her hand raises in an attempt to reach for my mask and instinct has me gripping her wrist hard. She’s so much fucking smaller than me that it’s nothing to yank her arm behind her, spin her around and bend her over the bed. I lost the knife in the struggle, but I don’t need it. The blood rushing to my head makes me dangerous enough.

“Wrong move,” I mutter, keeping her pinned and spanking the fuck out of her. “Do you think you stand a chance here, Avery? What was your goal?”

The horny little shit moans and practically humps her damn mattress at the sting. “It was worth a shot.”

God, I think I love her.

Spanking her again, I spread her cheeks and spit on that tight little asshole she’s got. I’ve never ventured from her pussy with anything but my fingers or tongue, but tonight? I want to own every inch of her I can.

Except her mouth. I’m not trying to get my dick bitten off if she suddenly decides being robbed of air and violently face-fucked until she pukes isn’t for her.

“You’re being a bad girl tonight, Avery. Guess I’ll be taking it out of your ass.”

“No,” she whimpers, rolling her hips desperately again. “No one’s ever... you can’t.”

Fuck, she’s all mine. Fuckingmine. “No one, hm? Then this is gonna hurt, pretty girl.”

“Shit. Fuck.” She clenches her legs together tightly and pants into her sheets. “You’re too big. It won’t fit.”

“We’ll see about that.” I’m so fucking hard right now, she might not be wrong. It pisses me off that I have to pause long enough to grab lube from her drawer, and the slight fucking shifthas her squirming and trying to get away. I grab her hips roughly and drag her back, slamming her down against the mattress. “Quitfuckingmoving. If you want to live to see the fucking sunrise, you’ll spread your goddamn legs and let me take what’s mine.”

This time, she does as told, her small hands fisting the comforter above her head as she slowly spreads for me. For once, I can see she’s actually afraid. It’s not a mask she’s putting on to make herself seem normal — I got to her.

She’s really never had anyone in her ass.

That knowledge is the only thing that gives me enough patience to open her up with my fingers. I wanted to fuck her dry to remind her of her place here, but Avery deserves more. All these good little pieces of me she drags out seem ridiculous on the surface, but I see the look in her eyes. She needs them the way I need all of her.

“Take a breath,” I command. “Now.”

Nodding feverishly, she releases a little “ooh” noise before inhaling deeply, and the moment she lets it out, I slide inside her.

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