Page 76 of Hush Darling
“I said no talking.” His cock hardened as he grabbed her ankle and hauled her back to him.
“Wait!” She tried to slip his grip, but he caught her and bent her over the mattress, showing her who was in command.
“You will learn to take orders without question while on my ship.”
She drove her elbow into his ribs and he grunted, forcing her to her belly and kicking her ankles apart. “Yield.”
She struggled as she panted beneath him, but he kept her restrained.
“You signed yourself over to me, darling, and I’m far from satisfied. Yield, or it’s down to the barracks you go.”
She gentled immediately, which only enhanced his anger. Yes, he wanted her to surrender, but he also wanted her to fight. Her self-control infuriated him for reasons he couldn’t understand.
She should have clawed and kicked and bit him. Instead, she submitted. Why? Did she do so out of fear or was this one more way she hoped to influence him?
It seemed sacrilegious to cause such a fierce woman to cower, but he had no choice. She had to bend to his authority like everyone else on his ship.
Just as his crew had signed contracts, so had she. The end.
He wouldn’t actually send her down to the barracks where his men slept. And he’d never force anyone to live off rats in captivity. But he needed her to believe he could go that far if challenged, or she would continue to defy him to the very end.
He truly was a monster.
But there was no going back now.
“You will not confuse me with heroes from your storybooks. Do you hear me, darling? I’m not someone you can save. Any thoughts of redemption are wasted on me, so keep your gentle caresses and give up any hopes that you could soften me by use of my name. I’m not your fucking friend. I’m the enemy.” A truth both of them needed to see. “And that contract you signed says your body belongs to me.”
“I wasn’t fighting you. I was only doing what came naturally to me.”
Bullshit. She wanted to disarm him with kindness to turn the tables on him.
“Maybe you should have fought. At least then I’d believe your sincerity.”
Fisting her hair, he aligned his body with hers and offered no warning as he shoved into her, asserting his total authority with a satisfied groan. She gasped, rising on her tippy toes as he buried himself to the hilt, but then she leaned into him and moaned.
He covered her mouth, not wanting to hear such sweet sounds of pleasure. Every time he expected her to hate him, she somehow had the opposite response.
“Your body fits mine like a glove,” he growled into her ear. She moaned against his hand and he flexed his hips, grinding himself deeper into her heat. He needed her this one last time. Enough to get her out of his system so he could give her back and move on.
Why did she feel different from every other woman he’d had? What was it about her? Perhaps he needed to fuck her out of his system. Maybe that was the only way to get her out of his head and think logically again.
Gripping her by the hips, purposefully leaving marks on her flawless skin, he tugged her closer, fucking her hard, selfishly, intending to bury his release so deep inside of her he’d be embedded in her for days.
She would remember his possession long after the ache in her body faded. Traces of his possession would drip down her thighs so she could see the monster he was. A cruel, unbending, villainous wretch who cared nothing for redemption and could not be saved.
Tugging her hair, he forced her body to arch into him. “Do you see how little I care for your comfort? I’m not your friend, darling. I’m your captor, and you are my filthy little slave.” He shoved her forward, thrusting deep as he forcefully came inside of her.
His muscles jerked, and his spine twitched. Never before had he had such a brutal release.
Gripping her flesh, he spread her thighs wide. His cock slid slowly from her wet pussy, and his mouth curved with a wicked grin when the proof of his claim seeped from her swollen folds.
There, he thought, as her body pulsed in his absence. “Not so virginal anymore, are you?”
When she didn’t move, he frowned and cocked his head. Her arms were trapped beneath her chest, and her dark ebony waves hid her face. He swept the strands away. Her feathered lashes cast shadows on her porcelain skin.
Was she hurt? How was she so still?
“Open your eyes.”
