Page 21 of Devious Secrets

I hit nothing, and the bucket flies out of my hands, clamoring against the floor.

“Megan.” His deep sigh tangled with my name sends me into a frenzy. I launch myself at him.

But he easily catches me before I can land a single blow. He shoves me against the wall hard enough to knock the air from my lungs, and just in case that’s not enough, he wraps his hand around my throat.

Bringing his forehead against mine, he inhales deeply, then chuckles.

“You have no concept of how much danger you’re in, do you?” He raises his eyes, those cold, dark eyes to mine.

There’s a thick dusting of a beard along his jaw. The darkness of it contrasts with his perfectly straight white teeth when he grins. There’s no pleasure behind it, just more coldness, more sternness.

“I’m already locked in a tower; how much worse can it get?” I tug on his wrist, but like before, I’m no match for his strength.

“Oh, it can get a lot worse.” He reaches down with his free hand, brushing away the hem of my nightshirt, and finds the elastic band of my panties.

“You’ve been screaming about wanting the bathroom.” He pushes on my lower stomach. “Hmmm, full as full can be.”

He chuckles, jamming his knee between my thighs when I try to wiggle my legs closed.

Easily, he glides his hand into my panties, over the small patch of short curls, and farther down until the tip of his finger finds my clit.

I close my eyes. Maybe if I shut out the visual, I can ignore the physical.

Except he’s not going to let me ignore him.

His finger presses down, running circles over my clit until I’m clenching my teeth.

“I can use this pussy of yours, over and over again, and keep you from ever finding any relief.” He slides his hand through my folds, sliding easily through my arousal until he gets to my entrance.

“Stop.” I tug on his arm. “Please don’t.”

Ignoring my plea, he thrusts a finger into me, the heel of his hand putting pressure on my clit now. It’s a miracle I keep the moan of pleasure to myself.

It’s not my fault.

It’s been so long since anyone but me has touched me; my body is just reacting to it. Alexander has nothing to do with it. It’s not him.

It’s not the spicy aftershave he’s wearing. Or the way his eyes seem to see right through me. Or how stern his voice is when he gives a command.

It’s a normal anatomical response, and I can’t help it.

“Are you going to behave, Megan, so we can talk? Or am I going to have to punish you again? Maybe this time, I’ll punish your pussy instead of your ass. Maybe I’ll bring you right to the edge and leave you dangling there while I use you.”

Arousal twists my insides.

“Or does that turn you on, being used?” He bites down on my earlobe, sending a surge of pleasure straight to the very core of my soul.

“No.” I wrench out the word just as he shoves a second finger inside me.

He chuckles.

“It does.” He kisses my cheek. “You’re no good at lying; you should give it up.”

He digs the heel of his palm harder against my clit, and I curl my toes into the wood floor to distract myself. The grip on my throat eases. More air doesn’t help me; it only makes me gasp easier as he increases his thrusts with his fingers.

“Show me how good you’re going to be for me, Megan,” he orders.

It’s too hard to listen to him and ignore him. His voice strokes me as easily as his fingers do.

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