Page 117 of Resistant

His eyes close momentarily and a shudder wracks through his shoulders. His blue eyes are filled with emotion, regret, anguish, and a fierce longing that I know I could touch with my fingertips if I wasn’t tied up.

“Did you want him when you needed his affection to feed your children?”

“No.”

“What do you want now, Brynn?” His rage burns through his words, and it renders me silent.

He continues his punishment, pulling me down over his cock over and over. I feel him deep inside me, penetrating more than just my body, he is pulling down my defenses. He’s going to wreck me.

I moan, unable to resist him. The pleasure is amplified by the mental penetration of his soul. My fingers are numb, and I can feel bruises blooming on my hips, but I’m beyond caring.

“Look. At. Me. Angel.”

Underneath the fury I see him willing me back to him. Something shifts between us, something feral inside me is clawing back to the surface. He kisses me and I bite his lip hard. He growls and trembles with need as I lick the blood from his lips.

“What. Do. You. Want.” He growls.

His eyes stare into my soul and his punishing fucking slows to an agonizing gentleness that leaves me wanting.

My breath hitches as anguish floods my mind. I struggle to speak over the tears and the rock in my throat. My voice comes out raspy and raw.

“I want your punishment and forgiveness. I want to burn the world down to stop Knox. I want to watch him bleed out over my fingers.”

Declan laughs, his head thrown back and an evil sneer spreads across his lips. He frightens me. He grips my hair forcing my head backwards. The sting of it feels glorious. I feel alive under his touch.

“Oh, Angel, that’s already on my agenda.”

The knife clatters to the floor, and I feel my resistance to him shatter. The darkness I carry floats outwards, almost like Declan is sucking it from my soul and making it his.

He grips my hips and pounds into my pussy. Each thrust is severe, and my body vibrates around his cock. I’m enthralled by him; he’s consuming me, and I want to burn alive.

“Come for me Brynn. Come right now.”

As if a switch is blown, I come apart. The pleasure bursts through my body, mini explosions that detonate in my mind attacking every corner filled with fear and doubt. And then the large wave rolls over me, I see stars, I feel more tears rolling down my cheeks and I sob.

“Declan. I’m trying. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m trying.”

His arms wrap around my back and he’s gently sliding his cock inside me prolonging his own release.

“I know, Angel. You can’t forget who you are. You are mine. I’ll burn the world for you, even if that means I have to burn with you. Stop lying to me and to yourself.”

“I love you.” I whisper.

His pupils blow and he curls his body around mine, biting my neck as he roars his release. I’m panting and my body hurts all over, but I’m more content than I’ve been since the burbs. His body sways with mine as I dangle from the ropes.

“I’m so confused. Sometimes I don’t know if you love me or if its Knox who loves me.”

His arms tighten around me, and he cuts my bindings. My fingers sear back to life, prickling and tingling. My wrists are raw from swinging, but I revel in the pain from them. I deserve the pain. He holds me easily.

“It’s always been me, Brynn. You know that and you can’t forget it. What he did to you was savage, and it’s going take time to heal. I’m so fucking proud of you. You resisted Knox. But I won’t let you resist me. No matter what happens, I’m always on your side.”

“Thank you.” I manage to croak out over the lump in my throat and the tears streaming down my cheeks. I lick the salt off my lips and rub my eyes.

“Baby, who do you belong to?” His voice is gentle, but the implication pierces me like a stab wound in my gut.

I stare at him and scramble away.

I want to scream out “TOOTHPASTE!” because I don’t want to face this. But in some little corner of my mind, I know that I’m not really trapped in the box. I am the box, and I need to set myself free. It’s just so damn hard.

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