Page 44 of His Temptation

Even now, as he stood in front of her, his body a furnace of heat and control, her instincts screamed at her to submit. She had spent so long resisting, trying to convince herself that she was still free, still in control of her own fate. But that was a lie.

She had belonged to him from the moment he had touched her.

Daragh’s fingers trailed down her spine, slow and deliberate, making her body tense in anticipation. “You can fight me all you want, but we both know how this ends.”

Siobhan let out a shaky breath. “You’re an arrogant bastard.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. “And you’re still standing here, letting me touch you.”

Damn him. She wanted to shove him away, to claw at his skin just to make him bleed for making her feel like this. But instead, she tilted her head, granting him better access to her throat.

Daragh groaned, his grip tightening. “Good girl.”

Heat pooled low in her belly at those words, at the way he could reduce her to nothing but sensation with just his voice.

She should run. She should push him away. Instead, she melted.

Daragh didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He spun her, pressing her against the bed, his body caging hers beneath him. The dominance in his touch sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her body already arching into his without thought.

“You’re mine, Siobhan,” he murmured against her throat, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin just above her pulse. “Say it.”

She turned her head away, refusing.

Daragh growled low in his throat, his hands gliding down her sides, gripping her hips as he spread her legs with his knee. “You’ll admit it before the night is over.”

Siobhan’s breath hitched as he dragged his fingers down her stomach, slipping beneath the robe, finding her soaked and ready for him.

“Fuck,” Daragh groaned. “You can’t even pretend you don’t want this.”

Siobhan bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He punished her for it. His fingers slid inside her without warning, curling against the spot that made her entire body tighten. She gasped, her back arching, but he pinned her down, holding her exactly where he wanted.

“Say it,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Siobhan shook her head, her breath coming fast. “No.”

Daragh’s pace slowed to an unbearable tease, pulling her to the edge of release only to hold her there.

“Say it,” he demanded again, his lips brushing over the mark at her nape.

Siobhan let out a strangled moan, her fingers digging into his arms. “You…”

Daragh withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty, throbbing, desperate. She let out a whimper of frustration, her pride fracturing under the sheer force of her need.

Daragh’s voice was a dark promise against her ear. “Let me hear you say it, kitten.”

Siobhan squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head.

He dragged his cock against her entrance, teasing, taunting, but refusing to give her what she needed. “Say it.”

Her entire body was on fire. She wanted to fight him, to hold on to the last shred of control she had left. But it was useless. She was already his.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Please.”

Daragh groaned, his control snapping. “Say it.”

He thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, seating himself deep, stretching her around his thick length. Siobhan gasped, her nails biting into his back as he filled her completely.

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