Page 41 of Wicked Pursuit

“Life isn’t fair, baby. You know that better than most.” He drinks me in with long sweeps of his gaze. He finally stops at my pussy. “What’s your safe word?”

“No.”

“That’s not it.” He moves back to the cabinet of toys and tools. “You use it, this stops. But you want me as much as I want you. You wanted me as Luke, even if you weren’t honest about what you needed. So I gave you what you need in the form of Wolf. You liked our fucked-up little games, or you would have put a stop to them. So, now that there are no more lies between us, we’re going to keep playing.”

“No.”

He turns back around, a few things I can’t quite see clearly in his hands. “Keep telling me no while that pussy practically gushes in anticipation. You might have a lying mouth, but your body knows who owns you.”

“You don’t own me.” I wish I sounded more confident, especially as he climbs on the bed to kneel between my spread legs. I jerk on the bindings, but they hold me steady. Worst of all, it doesn’thurt. He’s been very careful with me, and I love and hate that realization in equal measure. “Stop, Casimir. I mean it.”

“No.” He parts my pussy with rough fingers, and then something snaps around my clit. I jerk, but there’s nowhere to go. I can’t see the thing either.

There’s no time to figure it out. Not when he pulls a small plug out of his pocket and smears lube on it. I struggle. It’s no use. Casimir holds my hips down and presses the plug against my ass and then carefully inside. I haven’t done much anal, and the intrusion is strange. But not awful.

He brushes the base with his knuckles, and it shifts inside me. “I like this,” he says.

“I don’t.”

“Mmm.” His touch moves up to where my clit is pulsing strangely. Understanding rolls over me in waves. He put something on it, a clamp maybe, to restrict blood flow. It’s going to hurt like a bitch when he takes it off.

Casimir lifts his attention to my face as he presses three fingers into me. I arch off the bed, the intrusion almost too much with the plug in place. He plants his free hand on my stomach, holds me down as he keeps fucking me slowly. “Like I said—your body always tells the truth.”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “Physical response... unintentional.”

“Is that why you can’t manage a full sentence?” He curls his fingers, brushing them against my G-spot. “Because you hate what I do to you so much? Give in, Ruby. Admit that you’re mine, that you want me as I am, want to be with me honestly, not as watered-down versions of ourselves.”

“No.” I can’t think. It’s a blessing that I’m tied down, because I’d be riding his hand fully if I weren’t. Gods, but I’m a horrible person—even as my brain is screaming at me that this man is using sex to manipulate me, that heliedto me, that he’s going to do something to hurt my family and the city I love, there’s a large part of me that simply wants to beg him to fuck me again.

I don’t realize he’s not holding me down anymore until I lift my hips to take his fingers deeper. His brutal smile almost makes me come on the spot. This is a game, and I’m losing.

Casimir moves before I can fully process what he intends. He unhooks the cuffs at my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. The bar my wrists are cuffed to rotates with me. Though it’s positioned in such a way that I still can’t lift my upper body off the bed—I’m too spread out to get leverage.

That doesn’t stophimfrom lifting my hips. It doesn’t stop me from arching my back more to practically offer him my pussy. Gods, what iswrongwith me? It’s like he’s got some kind of drug coming out of his pores that turns me into a sex demon.

Liar. You know who’s responsible for your actions, and it’s not him.

I’m not ready to face that truth. Not now. Maybe not ever.

But when his cock presses to my entrance, I don’t try to jerk away. I just bite the sheets to keep from moaning aloud. With the plug in place, he has to fight his way inside me. He keeps squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them and then pressing them together, making the plug shift inside me.

It feels good. Better than good.

If I’d known this is what anal could be, I would have changed my mind about trying it again sooner.

“There’s my good girl. Take my cock. Just like that.” His Russian accent gets thicker. He presses my cheeks together again, and this time I can’t stop myself from moaning. “You’ll take me here too. Properly this time. You don’t give a fuck who I am as long as I make you feel like the little slut you are. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“No,” I gasp. I don’t register that I’m moving, squirming on his cock, until he thrusts a little. “Casimir, stop.”

“Make me.” He leans down to press his hands to the bed on either side of me, his chest against my back, his cock buried achingly deep inside me. And, worst of all, his rough voice is in my ear, stripping me bare. “You’ve always been able to stop me, baby. Right from the beginning. But you never did. You aren’t stopping me now. You want my cock deeper, want me to fuck you harder, need me to make you come.”

It’s a testament to the truth of his words that I can’t find any of my own. “No.”

“Prove it.” He reaches between me and the bed and touches my pulsing clit. Even the light stroke is almost too much. I cry out, shoving back onto his cock as much as I’m able to.

The only warning I get is a click before the clamp falls off my clit. The blood rushes back in an agonizing sensation that makes me scream. Casimir is already moving, urging my hips higher as he fucks me hard enough to shift me up the mattress.

Gods help me, but I come all over his cock.

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