Page 4 of The Heart of Midnight

Broad, gloved hands pin my thighs down as he slides out of me and moves backward. “Silly girl. I hoped we’d moved past having to bind your legs. Are you gonna be a good girl for me tonight, or a bad girl?”

What answer will get me what I need? Which one will make me feel less invincible?

Instead of answering, I cant my hips up in search of his cock, and then use one of my feet to push him back, planting it firmly on his chest so he knows exactly what I want. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” Please... leave me bruises to keep me company in your absence.

In a movement almost too quick to be human, he grabs my ankle roughly and slams it down, then slaps the hell out of my thigh. “Bad, then. Got it.”

No amount of kicking and squirming prevents him from binding my legs to the bed frame. His movements are methodical, swift, and unstoppable, leaving me helpless and spread out for him.

God, I’m dripping for him. It’s insane what being manhandled does to me, especially when a man is growly about it.

I lift my head to glance down at the only piece of him I can see, his cock shining and angry in the moonlight, and I know he’s desperate to be inside of me. In fact, I know he’salwaysdesperate for me, because if he wasn’t, he would have approached me in the daylight. He would have courted me, asked me on a date, wooed me. Yet, he’s never had the patience to wait for societal norms. He saw me, he needed me, so he broke in and took me.

I’ve never felt more desired in my life.

His open hand cracks down on my wet pussy and makes me jump, but I don’t have time to catch my breath before he’s pinching my clit and sliding two fingers from his other hand inside me. “Beg for it, girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Fuck!” I cry, clamping down on his fingers and wishing I could feel his skin. “Please... it’s been so fucking long. I need it.”

“Careful, kitten. It almost sounds like you missed me.” The pressure eases off my clit as he licks me instead, slow and deliberate. The fingers inside me don’t move no matter how badly I wish they would, and it’s clear his tongue is meant to tease me, not bring me pleasure.

He might kill me one day, and I have a feeling I’d be begging for it. “Where the fuck have you been?” I breathe, but he doesn’t answer right away. Just bites my pussy hard enough to hurt and goes right back to what he was doing.

Then suddenly, he stops, shoulders slumping as he tries to hide what little I can see of his face. “I tried to stop. I tried to stay away.”

His voice is so deep and gravelly I know he’s changing it to hide his identity. Is it because I’ve spoken to him before? Or is it just for security? I wonder if I’ll ever know. “Disappear again, and I will report you.” My voice comes out much steadier than I thought it would, and I realize with a jolt that I might mean it. No other bitch is going to take my place.

“What?” he snaps, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing. “You’re threatening me? You think you’re in fucking control here?”

My eyes widen, but it isn’t in fear. I push into his palm and accept that I might be just as fucked up as he is. “It’s not a threat.”

It’s a promise.

He shoves two fingers into my mouth and turns my face to the side, ramming his cock back inside of me. “Go ahead, tell them all. Tell them all how fucking wet you get for me, how desperate you are. How you leave your window unlocked for me every night. Tell them how you beg for more.”

His fingers slide deeper until I’m gagging and sputtering around the latex, yet all I feel is a toe-curling orgasm building inside of me. He’s right, I am desperate — I’m desperate for thisright fucking here. He’s so goddamn hot when he’s angry, I don’t need to see his face to know it.

I’m dripping so badly his cock slips out of me, and I know too well by this point what the punishment for that is. I barely get my eyes shut before his palm strikes my cheek and his hand grips my jaw to pry it open. “Swallow it.”

My vision is blurry as I watch him spit in my mouth then force it shut, my body immediately reacting to the degradation so beautifully I come the second his cock is back inside of me.

I flash him his spit on my tongue a second before I do as told, drawing a quiet but audible whimper from the giant man on top of me.

“Good girl,” he whispers, losing himself in my body. “Good fucking girl.”

The praise feels so damn good I jerk against the restraints again, only this time I crave to run my fingers along his skin. I fucking hate not being able to touch him. “You can’t come inside of me,” I lie again, clenching around him to silently beg for it. “I haven’t had my shot.”

“Fuck!” he growls, pausing for only a moment before he’s pulling a knife out of his waistband, holding it to my throat, and fucking me harder. “I don’t care. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, no matter how far you run from me.”

I’m not running anywhere, in fact I’m five seconds away from coming again at how feral that just made him.

Lifting up, I press against that knife before he can pull it away, then gasp when I feel the sting of his blade pierce my skin just enough to make me bleed. “Y-You’re the one who tried to run.”

His focus drops entirely to the blood dripping down my neck. I can feel the tension in his body just before he gives in, leaning down to lick it right off my skin, and the taste sends him over the edge.

How hard he fucks me after that completely takes my breath away. It removes any fight I had in my body and forces me to be pliant and take everything he gives me until he’s bottoming out and pulsing inside me.

“Take it all,” he breathes. “Take... fuck.” Shuddering, he stays buried inside me until he’s empty and then pulls back, refusing to look at me as he tucks himself away and buckles his belt. “I meant what I said the first time I came to see you, Avery. If you tell a soul about me whether I come back or not, I’ll kill you. What a waste that would be.”

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