Page 19 of Defiant
Black wrenches my arms up painfully overhead and stuffs both wrists into one of his hands, still not bothering to disarm me.
I don’t know what makes me more furious—the fact that I’m impotent against him or the fact that he knows it.
I clench my teeth to avoid letting a sob rip through me and I try to stare straight ahead.
Go somewhere else,I tell myself.Go somewhere else and stay there.I close my eyes and try to picture this lake we went to once when I was a kid. Our only family vacation. There were a bunch of aspen trees, their leaves golden—
“Oh no, Elena. Eyes open. I want you fully here for your punishment. I want you to feel everything,” Black’s breath swirls over my ear before he licks my earlobe and then nips it, sending a shiver down my spine.
I don’t want to think about the things he has planned, but the command in his voice is too strong. As soon as his words washed over me, the press of the table grew twice as cold. My awareness of his heat grew twice as strong. I can only guess what that means for what’s to come.
Fuck. How do I make this better? I’ve tried resisting, I’ve tried making him mad. Maybe he’s the kind of alpha that will go easier if I just submit. I peel them grudgingly open, knowing that right now I’m completely at his mercy. Does he even have any?
“You have guts, little wolf. But we need to redirect that beautiful rage in a better direction. I have a couple ideas about how we might do that.” Black leans against me and I feel his cock press against my ass through his pants. Unlike in the forest, where the touch might have been incidental, now it’s very clearly intentional. I can feel how thick and long it is as he rubs it gently up and down.
My throat goes dry and tears form in my eyes even as I feel a low-level pulse between my thighs. Is that what this is going to be then? I steel myself. If he’s going to force himself on me then I’m—
“I can see those pretty wheels turning. I can smell your interest, princess. But only good girls get this cock. And you’ve been naughty.”
He pulls away, his weight and warmth suddenly gone from my back, and I blink as a tear slides sideways down my cheek as I grind my teeth in frustrated confusion. What? He’s not gonna fuck me? Relief, disappointment, anger swirl inside my head, each emotion a different color. They swirl together until my feelings are a murky gray.
“Get on with it then,” I hiss. He’s fucking toying with me.
He chuckles and slides a single finger slowly down my spine. “You’re a Lobo. I looked you up. Or at least you will be once you register. Which makes youmine.”
The way Black says that last word makes my breath catch. His words temporarily stun me. He makes me feel like an innocent fly who stumbled into the spider’s web. I’m trapped in his house and he’s wrapping me slowly up with words that cling to my ears and slide along my skin.
I smack talk, trying to knock some sense back into myself because there’s no way a psychopath’s possessiveness should be enticing. “So what, I’m a part of your pack. For now. Don’t worry. I’ll find a new one soon.”
Black’s finger turns into an entire hand on my back and the air bursts from my lungs as he compresses them, pushing me into the table hard. “You. Will. Not.” His hand lets up a moment later and I have to gulp to restore my breath.
“Why would you care?” I grit out, frustrated even as my nipples tighten at the alpha tone in Black’s voice, a phenomenon that has never happened before. I don’t get aroused by alphaholes. I don’t. I refuse.
Alpha Maddox leans back down and I can feel his hardness again, though he only lets his dick slide across the outer edge of my hip, far from where I want it. Don’t want it, I snarl at the base part of my brain that’s lit up my senses. That idiot part of me in charge of procreation wants to roll out construction signs with all kinds of arrows to redirect Black’s dick. Turn here. Go over the hill. Lane splits into two. Drive Straight.
Fuck my brain.
Do not think about Black and sex together,I order myself, which immediately has the opposite effect. An image of Black reclining on a king-sized bed and moaning as I slowly slide down his shaft trickles into my brain. If I could scratch out the brain cells that think about sex right now, I would, even if it meant I’d never think about sex again. “You don’t give a shit about me, Black,” I whisper, as much for myself as for him.
“I do. I care because you’re going to be mine.” He lets out a hum that almost sounds like the purr of a kitten, a rumble in his chest.
Immediately, my vision tunnels, and heat gathers in my belly. The sensations I’ve been fighting against snowball, doubling in size in a matter of seconds as if his purr really did melt all my mental faculties. I try to cling to reason but when he purrs again I find myself wet and aching. I have to transform a moan into a growl mid-sound. What the fuck?
“Oh, you like that,” Black’s arrogant tone makes me verbally snap.
“You sound like a lawn mower,” I lie. He sounds like a fucking dream, like a vibrator … and the effect his purr has on me is pretty much the same.
He just purrs louder and my thighs start to rub together of their own accord.
No. Distraction. Escape.
“When I get out of here—”
Black’s purr stops abruptly and he pulls back, alpha anger fired back up as if he hadn’t just sounded like a fucking house cat. “You’re not leaving. Ever.”
I bite my tongue because I’m so damned relieved that I pissed him off enough to make the purring stop. My pussy is soaked and my thighs were about to be and I would have died if that had happened.
My eyes focus on what’s in front of them because I sure as hell am not going to focus on my traitor body. There’s a short green net and realize with a start that Black shoved me down onto the ping pong table. I have that realization exactly one second before the firstthwack. My ass burns, stings, and I realize he just hit my ass with a ping pong paddle. But it’s nothing like the beating I expected.
