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“You were inside my head,” I whispered. “All those nights... I thought I was going crazy.”
“You were. You were going crazy forme.”
My heart slammed against my ribs as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You think this is about fucking, Red? You think this is about getting off?No. This is about claiming. It’s about the mark. Sealing a bond that is meant for us. I didn’t want this either. I was happy living on my own. I didn’t choose this or you. You were chosen for me.”
“What happens if I refuse?”
His growl came out deep and full of pain. “Then I suffer. And so do you. And eventually, the Blood Moon eats us both alive.”
I searched his face and paused as I saw the torment behind the hunger, and the fury hiding behind the fear. I knew he was telling me the truth. He didn’t just want me. Heneededme. And that was more terrifying than anything. Because I could feel the truth of it in my blood, in my bones, in the part of me that no longer felt fully human.
“You’re mine, Red,” he said again. Not a demand. Not a threat. A fact.
I looked into his eyes, trembling, wet and furious, still aching, still confused.
“I’ll never stop fighting you,” I whispered.
He smiled. “I know,” he said. “That’s why you’re perfect.”
He reached down and wrapped a fist around his cock. “This is what you do to me, Red. This is me going crazy for you.”
I bit down on my lip, holding back a moan. He slid me slightly back across his thighs, so I was sitting at the edge of his knees, in a cowgirl position. He pushed me back just enough, so my pussy was exposed. I leaned back, hanging on the leather straps, and I watched him.
Taking the base of his thick, long appendage, he flicked his wrist and spanked my pussy with the thick shaft, the wet slap echoing in the room, my clit caught on the head, and it sent pleasure through me.
“You want to cum, Red?”
I nodded desperately.
“Then you’d better tell me, “He growled, rubbing his cock through my folds, spreading my swollen wet lips, teasing my entrance. “Tell me what you want. Use that pretty mouth. Say it.Begfor this knot.”
He stroked again, letting the head of his cock nudge my clit. He slid it down and pressed it to my opening… then pulled away.
My body pulsed aroundnothing. And I sobbed as I tried to gain some semblance of reality. I pulled against the restraints still trying to fight him, and still he teased.
“Say it,” he whispered against my lips. “Tell me what you need, Red.”
And I finally broke. My defiance forgotten.
Chapter 12
Red’s Ravaging
RED
“Please,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from crying and begging, from breaking all over again.
The leather bit into my wrists, and my body was slick with sweat. My thighs were trembling from exhaustion, and an arousal that he didn't want to soothe.
He wasn't fucking me. Not yet. And I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to. That was the cruelty of it all. I was trapped between lust and survival.
Instead, he just hovered over me. Touching me and breathing me in. Keeping me tormented for his pleasure.
The head of his cock slid along my folds again, slow and thick and unbearably hot. He hadn’t pushed inside. Not once. Just teased. Over and over, back and forth, letting me feel what I couldn’t have. Every glide made my hips buck despite myself, made my clit scream for friction, for mercy, for more. But he gave me nothing.
“Look at me, Red.”
