His lips drift over to my ear, and I feel his teeth grazing my neck before he sucks on the tender skin. My entire body erupts in goosebumps, the pleasure sharp and electrifying as his right hand slides down my side, traveling over the curve of my waist and hip before delving between our bodies to find my sex. Unerringly, his fingers hone in on my clit, and the ache inside me intensifies, the tension becoming unbearable.#p#分页标题#e#
I cry out his name, shocked by the intensity of the sensations, but it’s too late. I’m already coming, my body having been poised on the edge too long.
He pets me through the shattering waves of pleasure, his fingers stroking my folds until my orgasm ends, and then he grabs my leg and drapes it over his hip, opening me wide. His cock presses against my inner thigh, thick and unyielding, and a tendril of fear invades me again as I meet his glittering gaze.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his voice low and guttural. “You’re mine, do you understand me? Mine.”
Stunned, I attempt to process the claim, but in that moment, Lucas kisses me again and my eyes drift shut, my ability to think evaporating. His body is a warm steel cage on top of me, his scent and taste overwhelming my senses. I can’t take a breath without inhaling him, can’t feel anything but the devouring force of his mouth and the hardness of his erection at the entrance to my body.
I clutch at his sides, my nails digging into his skin, and then I feel it—his thick cock pushing into me, penetrating me. His left hand tightens in my hair, preventing me from turning away from his mouth, and I can’t even cry out as he stretches me, invading my body as if it’s his right. He goes deep, so deep it should hurt, and it does—except there’s pleasure too, pleasure and a strange kind of relief.
Relief that in this moment, I truly belong to him.
When he’s in all the way, he lifts his head, letting me catch my breath, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze once more. His lips are shiny from kissing me, and his sun-burnished skin is drawn tight over his harshly beautiful features. I can feel him lodged inside me, the heat of him burning me from within, and my body softens for him, embracing him with more wetness.
“Yulia,” he whispers, staring down at me, and I know that he feels it too, this pull, this visceral connection between us. He may have all the power, but in this moment, he’s as vulnerable as I am, caught in the grip of the same madness.
I don’t know whether he realizes it too, but suddenly, his jaw hardens, his gaze growing cold and shuttered. Without saying another word, he reaches down with his left hand to grab one of my wrists and pin it above my head. Next, he repeats the maneuver with his right hand, leaving me stretched out underneath him, unable to move or touch him in any way.
Leaving me helpless under a man who wants to punish me.
“Lucas, wait,” I whisper, feeling the dark prickles of panic, but it’s too late. Holding my wrists above my head, he begins to move inside me, his eyes glinting with icy fury. His thrusts are hard, merciless, stealing my breath and wringing pained cries from my throat. He’s not making love; he’s taking my body, claiming it as brutally as any conqueror.
I begin to fight him then, the panic spreading as the old memories flood in, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m pinned, invaded, and the man above me has no mercy. His body takes mine, over and over again, and I feel myself sliding into that cold, dark place, the one from which I fought so hard to emerge. The lines between the present and the past blur, and I hear Kirill’s cruel, taunting voice, smell the suffocating stench of his cologne as he crushes me into the floor. The horror begins to engulf me, but before I’m completely lost, Lucas transfers my wrists into one of his big hands and reaches between us with the other, finding my clit once more. His touch is skilled, unerring, and the stunning pleasure wrenches me back into the present, making me aware of the tension building within me again.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to twist away, to escape, but there’s nowhere to go. There’s only his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit, pain and pleasure tangling together in a vicious erotic spiral. There was never pleasure with Kirill, never anything but awful pain, and the shock of the dual sensation keeps me grounded in the moment, reminding me that the man on top is not my trainer.#p#分页标题#e#
It’s Lucas, another man who hates me.
Except my body doesn’t know that, doesn’t realize that the way he touches me shouldn’t cause me pleasure. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, Lucas’s fingers on my clit are gentle, and the pleasure intensifies, chasing away the darkness. Gasping and panting, I arch up, frantic pleas tearing from my throat, and he presses harder on my clit, pushing me to that sharp, volcanic edge.