Page 58 of Doomed
When I finally stand, her eyes are glazed, makeup smeared, and lips swollen from biting them. She looks absolutely fucking wrecked—and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the bed in the center of the room.
“Put me down,” she demands. Even now, she’s fighting me. “I can walk.”
“Not after what I just did to you,” I chuckle, laying her on the silk sheets. “Besides, we’re just getting started.”
I reach for the spreader bar beside the bed. “If anything gets too much, your safe word isblue,” I tell her, my tone serious despite my throbbing arousal. “Say it now.”
“Blue,” she whispers.
I’ve never given prey a safe word before. Never even considered it. That’s not how the Hunt works. They sign the agreements knowing exactly what they’re getting into—or at least, what they might be getting into. The risk is part of the thrill. The unknown. The danger.
But with Bianca... Fuck. I couldn’t proceed without it. A core principle inside me wouldn’t let me take her without giving her that control, that out if she needs it. It’s like some fundamental part of me recognizes she’s not merely prey or a conquest. Bianca isn’t just another notch on my bedpost. She could never be that.
My brothers would lose their fucking minds if they knew. Xavier would call me soft. Vane would never let me hear the end of it. Landon would probably analyze what it means that I’m treating her differently. And they can all—fuck. Right. Off.
I don’t care. I need her to have it. Regardless of the rules, I need her consent. I need her to know that she is safe with me.Especially when she submits. That trust must be earned, not assumed.
“Good girl,” I murmur, running my fingers along her ankle as I secure the first cuff. “Remember it.”
Her breathing quickens as I fasten the spreader bar, forcing her legs apart. The vulnerability in her eyes sends a rush of possessiveness through me that’s almost frightening in its intensity. I fasten her wrists to the cuffs on the spreader bar so she’s entirely restrained for me.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, my voice rough with need as I strip off my shirt. “All mine.”
Bianca’s gaze rakes over my chest, her lips parting slightly. Despite her exhaustion from those three orgasms, desire darkens her gaze.
“Not yours,” she counters, defiant even now. “This is just?—”
I silence her with a kiss, swallowing whatever lie she was about to tell herself. She tastes herself on my lips and moans, her resistance crumbling as I press myself against her.
Her lips move to form another denial, but my last thread of restraint snaps. We’re beyond pretending now.
“You’re lying, princess,” I growl, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “If you’re going to be this naughty, I’m going to have to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock.”
Her pupils dilate as she shakes her head unconvincingly—like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.
“If it gets too much, snap your fingers,” I instruct, tapping her hand. “I’ll stop immediately. Understand?”
She nods, swallowing hard. The sight of her in this position, the vulnerability she accepts being placed in to please me, sends a surge of hunger through me. It’s as if I’ve spent my life until now in a desert, and she is the first drop of water I’ve ever found.
I step back and undo my leather pants, the zipper loud in the charged silence between us. When I push them down my hipsalong with my boxer briefs, my cock springs free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum.
Bianca moans—a needy, desperate sound that makes my dick twitch. I stroke myself slowly as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Fuck, she’s practically salivating, and the knowledge that she wants this as badly as I do makes me even harder.
“You want a taste, don’t you?” I taunt, moving closer so my cock is inches from her face. “Admit it.”
She doesn’t answer with words, but the hunger in her eyes tells me everything.
I reposition her on the bed, moving her so her head hangs over the edge. The position is perfect—her throat aligned for me to slide in deep. I grasp her chin gently.
“Open,” I command.
When her lips part, I waste no time. I thrust forward, burying myself in her hot, wet mouth. She gags immediately, and saliva spills from the corners of her mouth. The sight is obscene and perfect.
I should slow down, give her time to adjust, but I can’t. I’m too far gone, too consumed by this woman who’s been driving me crazy for months. I keep going, setting a punishing pace as she struggles to keep up with me.
“Fuck, Bianca,” I groan, watching her throat bulge with each thrust. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
