Page 46 of Beautiful Sinner

I turned my head, trying to concentrate on the anger instead of the extreme pleasure, hating myself for losing so much control. When I felt him dragging the sheet, exposing my other breast, I bucked against him, but a part of me wanted to let go, to become enraptured in the freedom I’d experienced inside the restaurant, or even the surprise that had driven me to ecstasy the night before that. But it was impossible. No matter how amazing the sex, he would always be little more than a merciless thug, treating me as if I meant nothing to him. I owed myself more. “You’re such a pig.”

He laughed, blowing a swath of hot air across my skin. “You can call me what you want,printsessa, but you enjoyed the time we spent together. There is no sense in denying what I can see in the warm glow of your eyes. They tell no lies even if those pouty lips of yours insist on doing so. But go ahead and continue to deny what you’ve longed for your entire life. However, I plan on providing you with hours of pleasure, but only if you’re a good girl.”

Was this man insane? Did he honestly think I’d obey a single thing he said? My body wasn’t for sale.

“That’s never going to happen.”

As he lowered his head, pressing his lips against mine, the same core feeling of desire slammed against the need to escape his clutches. He was unforgiving, continuing to grind his hips as the moment of intimacy become a raw state of need. I was blinded from hunger, loathing the way I yielded to him, wanting nothing more than to have his cock buried deep inside. I couldn’t want this or him. The thought of spending the rest of my life this way was far too painful. I could imagine the torment, the dysfunction that would always be a part of his life.

I wiggled in his hold, doing everything I could to yank away. The moment was nothing but an ugly reminder of how things would be between us, his need for control usurping everything else.

Yet as the kiss continued, I was drawn further into his darkness, spiraling out of control. Everything about him was strong, so controlled, but that’s one reason I was so attracted to him. Or maybe the dangerous persona he wore around his neck had enticed me. Whatever the case, I couldn’t allow the feelings to overwhelm me. I had no idea where I was or if I’d ever get to see my family again.

He thrust his tongue inside, dominating mine instantly, the taste of him just as sweet as before. It didn’t matter that I was able to dig my nails into his skin or that I was pitching back and forth, he was ignoring everything but his needs. Everything seemed to fade away, the same blur as when I’d awakened fogging my vision.

I was pinned to the bed, swaddled in sheets that allowed him even more control. Even as gloriously handsome as he was, I wasn’t going to fall for his game of seduction another time. He could rot in hell first. I started thrashing underneath his massive body, fearful that I’d lose myself in him, surrendering to his needs pushing me over the edge of rationality.

He refused to let me go, drinking in my essence as his guttural sounds pounded into my ears. The kiss became a manic roar, a tidal wave of ecstasy with something so simple most people took it for granted. Every time I fought to free myself, it pushed the hard ridge of his cock into me. The throbbing matched the rapid beating of my heart. This was crazy. I had to get away from him before it was too late.

When he finally pulled away, it was only long enough to shift his weight, yanking on the sheet until he was able to expose almost every inch, basking in his accomplishment as his nostrils flared. Then he cupped my chin with a painful grip, his upper lip curling.

“Get this straight in that pretty little head of yours. You belong to me,” he whispered almost in passing as he trailed his fingers between my breasts, easing them down the length of my stomach. I had no recourse, no way of getting away from him. All the desire we shared was swirling in a tidal wave that would eventually consume us, pulling us into a blackness holding no return. I wanted to look away, to push him until he left me alone, but the need for him was all consuming. Being lost in someone else had always been my greatest fear. I’d seen tremendous loss that had driven fear into my heart like a stake. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that given who my father was, I would never find happiness. Or peace of mind.

That wasn’t allowed.

Yet there was no fighting this man, no sense of altering the course of what had already begun. A haunting sadness swept over me, a deep sense of foreboding that no matter how much I wanted him, it would never be enough.

He released my wrists, moving onto his knees as he continued to hover over me. I closed my eyes as he brushed his lips across my skin, longing to touch him if only for a few seconds. Whether or not I was ignoring his unsaid rules, I eased my hand to the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his thick locks. With every touch, I was dragged into an unearthly reality where neither time nor space mattered.

No matter how much I wanted to push him away, it was impossible to break through the barrier of lust and hate. I couldn’t understand my attraction but part of me didn’t want to.

As he continued kissing and nipping my heated skin, I remained trapped by the sheets, craving the heat of his body pressed against mine.

He ravaged me with his mouth, his lips scorching my skin as he continued to explore, dipping lower and lower until I was completely breathless. The glorious feeling was incredible, quivers dancing throughout every inch. Every sound he made was primal, utterly sensual. I was drunk from his musky scent, lightheaded from the desire twisting and turning through every cell and muscle.

His growls became more insistent, his touch more aggressive, yet he managed to keep some kind of control as he alternated using his rough tongue and wet lips. My mind was ablur, but my body was so alive I couldn’t control my needs. This man was my nemesis.

He was also my drug, including a need that would never be released.

“My perfect littleprintsessa,” he whispered just before ripping the sheet entirely away, tossing it to the side. The tone was different than before, rougher. Emotionless.

The weight on the bed changed and I opened my eyes, only to see him standing over me. As he started to unfasten his belt, I sucked in my breath.

Then it was as if a light went off in my mind, the ugliness of how he’d treated me storming through the synapses in my brain. I fisted my hand, turning my head away. The bastard was shutting down, the stark cold he emitted all that was left. It had just been nothing more than another tease and my body had betrayed me as it had done before. There was no need to look into his eyes. I knew all that would be seen was anger, the same glare of hatred I’d seen in the restaurant.

He wanted me.

He hated me.

It would always be that way, never soft and gentle, certainly never about love. We were two souls locked in an ugly war that would never see an end.

After a few seconds, I jerked to a sitting position, now loathing the fact I was naked yet refusing to back down. “Why do you hate me so much, Sevastian? I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Perhaps not your body, sweetprintsessa, but the blood running through your veins is evil, which makes you deserving of nothing but my hatred.” A sick smile crossed his face as he unfastened his belt, but there was something even stranger in his eyes. While he might hate me, his body had already betrayed him as well.

The look of lust I’d seen before was now all about possession. We were fireflies coming too close to a fire, almost consumed by the licking blue-hued flames that would drag us both into hell. If he wanted to play this game, then he’d met his match. I wasn’t the poor littleprintsessahe believed me to be.

I rose onto my knees, prepared for an entirely different kind of fight. This was a test of wills, a push for control. While I knew I wouldn’t win in the end, for this round, I had every intention of doing so. I moved closer, taking several deep breaths as I gazed him up and down. Then I grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his belt, cocking my head as I finished unbuckling the strap, running my fingers down the soft, thick leather.

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