Page 5 of Until Retribution Burns (Beauty in Lies 3)

I whimpered, the glide of his cock between my legs turning painful as my body tried to shove him out. Even my body couldn’t acceptthis.“Stop,” I begged, tears staining my cheeks and dripping down onto the cushion of the yacht. This was not the kind of pain that added to pleasure, but white-hot agony threatening to tear my soul free from my body.

“You’re mine, Isa. Your body. Your heart. Your very fuckingsoul. If you keep forgetting that, I’ll run out of places to mark your flesh,” he said, tossing the knife to the side as he finished with the etching in my skin.

I blinked past the pain, staring at the cushion where my head rested as I raised a hand to touch the mess at my shoulder. It came away slick with blood.

I had the odd thought that it was fortunate the cushion was already red, my gaze narrowing on the trembling fingertips of my other hand as it dragged over the cushion. I felt nothing in my fingertips, the odd sense of shock claiming me as Rafael grasped my chin in his hands and turned my eyes to his. My shoulder screamed with the motion, a ragged gasp pulling free from my lips. There was sympathy in his eyes as he studied me, his brow furrowing as he touched his forehead to mine and sighed.

His hand went between my thighs, touching my clit and stimulating it with slow and gentle presses that dragged me closer to that spot where pain and pleasure combined. My neck and shoulder throbbed, aching as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the wounds.

I moaned before I could tamp it down, wincing when he finally released my hair and those crazed eyes met mine. His lips crashed down on my own, consuming me with a frenzied kiss that tasted metallic.

Taking one of my hands in his, he guided it to the mess of blood on his chest. My fingers trailed through it as I touched his wounds, and then he turned my hand around and touched them to my lips to smear my mouth with it.

Heat built in my core as he drove harder and deeper, consuming me with rough thrusts that I felt everywhere. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to fuck him.

I wanted to bleed him.

I reached out a hand to touch his wounds, digging my nails into his chest as he groaned and leaned forward until his chest touched mine once again. I wrapped my arms around him, sinking nails into the flesh of his shoulders as his thrusts turned punishing and lost their rhythm. All I could do in the moments where he consumed me with his body was hold on and take it, take all of him.

“I fucking love you,” he murmured, a growl in his throat as he said the words as if he could imprint them on my soul the way he’d etched his name into my skin. “And I will acceptnothingless than all of you,mi reina.” Those traitorous fingers of his stroked me higher and higher, until I came around his cock with a quiet cry and sank my teeth into his shoulder.

He pounded into me harder, using me to find his own release until he flooded me with heat. I spoke after I caught my breath. “I hate you,” I whispered, clinging to him despite the harshness of my words. “You’re just another cage.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you stopped fighting your nature. You aren’t meant to be my prisoner, Isa. You’re meant to be my queen.Pero me lo darás todo,or I’ll simply take it for myself.”

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