Page 46 of Sinful Deception

My heart thunders. With dread, and with excited anticipation. “You’re playing with fire, Mayet. Do you forget where I come from?”

“I want to scream and kick and convince myself I didn’t agree to this, and then I want you to have me anyway. Because we’ve been through hell lately, I feel like we need to find something new and scary and so fucking good, it makes us both melt.”

“You want me to fuck you against your will?”

“Mm.” A slow smirk crosses her lips. “Consent still exists, because I’m asking for this. But I want it to feel naughty. I want you to make it so good, it feels illegal.”

“You want me to hurt you?”

“Yeah.” She takes a single step back and stops when her calves hit the coffee table. Then a step to her left. “Ready?”

“Minka…”

She’s gonna run, and I have to claim what belongs to me.

“Set.”

“Minka!” I set my hands on the couch cushions by my thighs, because although I’m trying to talk this through, my heart and my cock already know what’s coming. “This could be bad for us. If I go too far, it could hurt us. You’re testing what I was bred for.”

“Go.” She spins on her heels and sprints. So I bound up in the same breath and pump my arms in chase. I toss my shirt off on the run and shove my pants the rest of the way down in the hall, using the walls to keep my balance.

“You’re not trying very hard.” Laughing, she closes the bedroom door, only to open it again to let the cat out. But thenshe slams it a second time. “Geez. This isn’t what I was expecting at all, Archer. You’re less scary than a baby kitten.”

“Open the door, Minka.” I press my forehead to the thick wood and run my fingertips along the framing. “I know you’re standing there. So turn the fuck around and let me in.”

“So gentle,” she teases. “So… submissive. I’m surprised.”

“Minka!” I bang my fist and elicit a thrilling squeal from the other side. “Open the fucking door!”

“Don’t think I will.” She taunts me with her voice, but while she speaks, I know she steps back and creates space between her and me. “This isn’t nearly as naughty as I thought it would be.”

I grab the knob and give it a jiggle, but the fucking thing doesn’t budge. So I pound on it again and tremble when she jumps. “Minka Mayet. I’m serious now. Open the fucking door for me.”

“But—”

“Game’s over. I don’t like the kind of sex game where you’re running away and I’m chasing you down. It doesn’t turn me on, and it’s not gonna end with you getting laid the way you’re asking.”

“Really?” Her tone softens and her humor dissipates. But her footsteps bring her my way, so I make sure not to shove through and trample her feet. “Archer, I didn’t…” Hesitantly, she opens the door and looks up into my eyes. “I didn’t mean to upset you or?—”

I snag her hair with a painful yank that has her breath racing out on a yelp, then I drag her left and push the door wide so it opens the other way. “Kidding.” I pull her closer, slamming her to my chest and taking her lips with mine.

I bite.

I suckle.

I know I leave marks she’ll have to cover with makeup tomorrow. And then I push my fingers into her pussy until shejumps a half foot off the ground and screams out in pleasure and pain. “You think I’m gonna go soft because you make me hunt you down?” I release her hair and swing her around until she crashes into the wall. Pain eats at me inside, because I’ve spent every minute of every day since meeting this woman making surenotto hurt her. But she’s medicated and begging, so I pin her by the neck and crush her cheek to the plasterboard so all I see are her wild eyes and her lips swelling from my abuse.

Then I pump my fingers deep into her pussy without a single care for how much it hurts. “You think I’m gonna pass up the opportunity to fucking destroy your cunt and be who I was born to be? When you gave me permission and a promise we’d be okay after.”

“Archer—”

“I would be insane not to take advantage of this.” I hold her by the neck and spin again, throwing her to the bed so she lands with a thud and her hair flicks across, covering her face. She’s pale with concern. Her eyes, wild and wide. But her legs are open, and she’s yet to tell me to stop.

And even if she does, she agreed that that was part of the game.

I stalk her way and tear her legs wider when her first instinct is to close them. Then I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock. It aches to touch, and throbs when I don’t. But her pussy is swollen and her clit pumps with blood.

Like a giant fucking neon sign that calls me home.

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