Page 28 of His Dark Purpose

“Rubbish,” he scoffed, already kicking her ankles wider with his feet. “You always say that, yet every time I reach between your legs, you’re fucking soaking for me.”

Her brow furrowed. That might have been true in the time when he’d wooed her, and she’d been discovering her sexual masochism—but things had been different then.Theyhad been different. Past assent didn’t give him permission to take whatever he wanted.

“I said no.” She shuffled her feet together, conscious of his hand tightening at her hip, but before she could get her bearings, he pushed her down over the arm of the chair.

“And I said, you don’t make the rules.” The same ruthless palm that had pinned her down to be spanked was shoved at the middle of her back, compelling her to endure the latest indignity. “After all the shit you’ve given me, I deserve this.”

“What?” It seemed to be all she could say, but pushed over the same sofa he’d just spontaneously spanked her over, she couldn’t believe the man she’d fallen for was being such a brute. Even by Kyle’s standards, it was low. “Listen to me… not like this.”

“Not like this, eh?” The hand on her back shifted, snaking around her belly and hoisting her upright. She blinked around her giddily, turning her head to look at him. “Then how about this?” His palm slid south, gently stroking between her legs. “Is that what my little girl needs?”

“Sir.” Exasperation echoed in her voice, his nudging fingertips already coaxing pleasure from her clit. If she didn’t know better, his caresses would weave their magic and leave her powerless to resist him. “Please.”

“Settle down.” His lips lowered and nuzzled at the side of her neck. “We both know you want this.”

“Please.” She whimpered the word that time, allowing his cock to slip into place between her ass cheeks.

The simmering paradox between them was why Kyle was so galling. He tore straight through her boundaries with apparent delight, yet he could ignite such passion in her body. Amy never knew what to expect next. In the time she’d been in Brock Hall, it seemed as though her feet had hardly touched the ground.

“I know.” His voice had taken on that seductive purr, his free hand reaching beneath her bodice and tugging one, then the other breast free from the flimsy fabric. “I know, little girl.” His digits trailed a line around her beading nipples, pulling and lengthening them as the fingers of his other hand stroked her sex.

“Sir.” Permitting her head to fall back against his chest, she moaned. She was giving in—she knew she was—that’s why she was willing his roaming finger to slide inside her.

Even after everything he’d done—the way he’d hauled, cuffed, and spanked her—she still craved him.

“You want my fingers.” His murmur was more of a statement than a question. “Tell me you want them, and you shall have what you desire.” His mouth grazed her nape at the same time the hand at her breasts pinched her needy buds.

“Fuck!” Pushing out her chest to receive more of his attention, she sensed the knot of pulsing longing tighten at her core.

“Tut, tut, tut.” The hand at her breast withdrew and slapped her sensitive tissue gently. “You know how I feel about that language.”

“Please!” She was begging him again when she should have been looking to leave.

“Tell me.” His tone was more insistent that time. “Give me what I want, little girl.”

Damn him.

The passion his fingertips were creating was growing, and she sensed herself getting lost to it. Her head fogged so that all the pressing issues that had seemed so important before swam only on the periphery. There, in the center, was the man who’d been able to master her from the very beginning.

“I want your fingers, sir.” She spat out the words, loathing herself for admitting the truth, yet acknowledging its power all the same. “Please, fuck me with them.”

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled at her faux pas, but rather than punish, two of his fingers had already slid into her pussy.

Her lips parted at the intrusion. It shouldn’t have been so welcome, shouldn’t have stirred her up inside the way it did, but God knew, the sensation was incredible.

“Jesus!” Grasping the pristine sleeves of his jacket, she struggled to catch her breath. Her hips rocked against his fingers, their tempo too perfect and threatening to push her straight to the precipice. “I can’t…” She couldn’t even get her words out. “I can’t think.”

“Don’t think.” His breath was warm on her skin. “Justfeel, baby. Feel me inside you, on you, over you… know that you’re mine.”

Her eyelids fluttered at his soft tone, his palm grazing over her clit in the most sublime way, and all the while, his rock-hard cock throbbed urgently between her punished cheeks, reminding her how much he wanted her.

She wanted to call out, though certainly it wasn’t for him to stop. In the end, she mewled, conscious only of his warmth, his spicy, reassuring scent, and the relentless rhythm of his fingers—their ferocity combining to take her right to the brink of ecstasy.

A strangled cry leaked from her lips as the power of the pleasure hit her, her pussy spasming at the same moment her knees gave way.

“I have you.”

His arm slid to her middle, holding her against him as she tumbled into rapture. She was vaguely aware of his voice from behind her, spreading over her like an angelic energy as she floated in warm, cherishing air.

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