Page 63 of Resistant

“Fuck, Princess,” I grunt. She feels like heaven, even though the she-demon is in charge right now.

I grasp her hips and pull her over my cock at an unrelenting pace. She’s keening beneath me, and I have a consuming need to see her face.

I flip her over and hold her by the throat, her legs dangle off my shoulders and I resume my punishing fucking. She whimpers with every thrust, and I push my chest forward so she’s practically folded in half. I grasp her chin and her eyes pop open; she stares into my face. Her eyes are heavy with pleasure.

“You have something to say to me, Princess?”

My dark voice rolls over her, and I feel her shudder, her eyes close momentarily. Her mouth opens, but no words come out.

“I can’t hear you, Princess. Use. Your. Words.”

I can feel the deep timber of my voice roll through my chest and onto her breasts.

“No, Doc. I don’t have anything to say.” Grief shines in her eyes. It’s not enough.

I kiss her hard, bruising her lips with my mouth and my teeth. She kisses me back, with the same ruthlessness I show her.

“I think you do have something to say, princess.” I growl.

I don’t give her an opportunity to respond. I continue my relentless fucking until she’s gasping for breath and clutching my forearms. She trembles beneath me, and I slow my movements, painstakingly slow. I watch as the orgasm blooming on her face edges away. Her eyes bore into mine. She’s shocked and angry.

“Say it.” My dominant voice forces her eyes closed and goosebumps prickle all over her arms.

I can’t help myself and I smirk down at her.

“Fuck you, Doc,” she whispers.

“Over and over again, for as long as you need until I find my Angel underneath the brat. Say. It.”

She turns her head away from me. I growl and grasp her chin.

“You know the rules, eyes on me.”

I slide into her slow and hard. A gasp escapes her lips, and her eyes are angry. I won’t give her mercy until she submits. I need to fix this.

A tear escapes her lashes and I feel her pussy clutch me tightly inside.

My heart pounds and I wait for her safe word. I’ve always known it would be the emotional ties that would break my Angel, not the sex, not the dominance.

“I never wanted this, Declan. But you snuck up on me. I don’t want to feel these things, but now I’m trapped here, and I don’t know what to do with all of this.”

Her fingertips trace over my eyes, my nose, my jaw, like she’s memorizing my face with touch. Her pulse gallops in her throat.

I move agonizingly slowly in her tight pussy, and I wait.

“I don’t know why I’m behaving like this. It’s not me and I don’t like it, but I can’t seem to help myself. You make me feral. And I don’t want to share.”

Her eyes close momentarily as I bottom out inside her, pain and pleasure moving over her features. The combination moves me, my heart thumps wildly.

“Angel, you are not trapped. I’ve set you free. Take it. Take it with both hands babe. And then give me what’s mine.”

I continue my slow punishing fucking and confusion marks her pretty face. Her pussy drenches my cock. I’m almost giddy, triumph soars in my mind from her body’s response to me. It’s still not enough. My darkness takes over. I want to yell at her, to get through to her. Instead, a deadly whisper slides out of my throat.

“I’ve been yours since the moment you accepted my embrace in the stocks. Your mind, fierce sweetness and pretty body have me ensnared like the earth’s orbit to its star. I’m here because you allowed me to be here, Angel. Now set yourself free and give me your pleasure. I won’t share what’s ours with anyone.It’s mine.”

I see something new in her eyes. It’s more than surrender, it’s headier than that. A lightness flickers to life in her, and I feel something inside me break. My last barrier falls.God help me.

“Good girl, Angel. Now come for me.”

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