He wants revenge.
He lowers his head, and I freeze, scarcely breathing as his lips brush my left ear. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers, the damp heat of his breath burning my skin. “I was going to give you more time, let you get stronger, but no more...” His mouth presses against my neck, and I feel his tongue flicking over the delicate area, as though tasting it. “You’ve used up all my patience, beautiful.”
I shudder, trying to arch away from that hot, wicked mouth, but I have nowhere to go. He’s all around me, his muscular body large and heavy on top of mine. The brief burst of energy I felt after my meal is gone, my strength nonexistent after weeks of deprivation. Exhausted, I stop struggling—and realize that the tendril of heat is expanding in my core, making me slick with unwelcome need.#p#分页标题#e#
“Lucas, please.” I don’t know why I’m begging. I just tried to wound him; he won’t show me mercy ever again. “Please, don’t do this.” My body’s irrational response should’ve made this easier to bear, but it just highlights my helplessness, my complete lack of control. I can’t face this with him. It would destroy me. “Please, Lucas...”
He shifts on top of me, his mouth still hovering near my ear. “Don’t do what?” he murmurs, transferring both of my wrists into one of his large palms. Moving his free hand, he wedges it between us, his fingers slipping between my thighs to find my sex. “This?” His thumb presses on my clit as his index finger penetrates me.
I jerk at the invasion, the heat inside morphing into a pulsing ache. My nipples tighten, and I feel myself getting even slicker, my body eager for an act that would leave my soul in pieces. “Don’t. Please don’t.” Tears, stupid, pathetic tears, come, and I can’t contain them. They spill out and roll down my temples, making me burn with embarrassment at my weakness. “No, please...” His finger advances deeper into me, and the old memories crowd in, taking me back to that dark, suffocating place. My breathing turns into frantic pants, my voice rising in pitch. “Please, Lucas, don’t!”
To my surprise, he stills, and then with a curse, he rolls off me, rising fluidly to his feet. “Get up,” he snarls, grabbing my arms to pull me up. As soon as I’m vertical, he drags me into the living room and pushes me onto the couch, gritting out, “If you move a muscle...”
Dazed, I watch as he disappears around the corner and reappears a moment later carrying a chair and a coil of rope. He places both in the middle of the room. I haven’t moved—I’m shaking too hard for that—and I don’t put up any resistance as he picks me up, deposits me into the chair, and binds my arms behind my back, securing them against the chair’s sturdy wooden frame. Then he uses additional rope to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair, leaving them spread apart.
When he’s done, he stands up and stares at me. The bulge in his jeans is still present, but the heat in his eyes has cooled, turning them into familiar slivers of ice.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he says harshly. “When I return, you better be ready to talk.”
And before I can respond, he strides out of the room, leaving me tied up, naked, and alone.
19
Lucas
I enter the bathroom and close the door in a controlled motion, making sure it doesn’t slam too hard. Control—that’s what I need right now.
Control and distance from her.
My cock is like a spike in my jeans, my balls so full I feel like I could blow any second. I’ve never come so close to fucking a woman and then stopped.
I’ve never denied myself something I wanted so badly.
She had been right there, stretched out underneath me, her long, slender body naked and vulnerable. I could’ve fucked her any way I chose, taking my rage out on her delicate flesh while slaking the hunger plaguing me for so long.
Instead, I let her go.
Son of a fucking bitch.
I stare in the mirror, seeing the fury and frustration on my face. She wanted me—I felt how wet she was, how her body was responding to me—and I still let her go.
Despite my body’s burning need, I couldn’t bring myself to rape her.
Disgusted with my weakness, I look away, running my hand over my short hair. Rape is no worse than the crimes I’ve committed in recent years. In Esguerra’s service, I’ve killed and tortured both men and women, and I’ve felt no qualms. Taking Yulia should’ve been the easiest thing in the world—I’ve dreamed of fucking her every night over the last two months—yet I stopped myself.#p#分页标题#e#