Darkness (New Species #12)(32)

“Imagine an hour of this,” he growled. “Fuck, you smell good. I could eat you. You’re dripping wet, sweetheart. That’s why I chose the vibrator though. This is about breaking you, not me. One taste and I’d be lost.” A light thud sounded. She guessed it was the vibrator. His fingers played with her clit then rubbed down the seam of her sex. “I want in.”
“I want you in.”
“Tell me the name.”
“I can’t.” She wished she could but her pride wouldn’t allow her to cave that easily. It had become a battle of wills.
One of his fingers slowly breached her pussy and she moaned. He slid it in then almost withdrew it. He hesitated before pressing back in deep.
“My dick is so much bigger. Remember how we fit together?”
Her vaginal muscles clenched around his digit. He made that purring sound she found sexy. He moved his finger again, fucking her with it. She spread her legs wider to give him better access.
“Do you want me?”
She nodded.
“Damn.” He withdrew his finger. “It’s hell torturing you. I don’t know which one of us is hurting more.”
She stared into his eyes.
He hesitated and pulled his arm away. “Just give me the damn name, Kat.”
“You know I’ve given you as much as I can.”
“So we keep going?”
“I’m having fun. I like this a lot.”
He grinned. “I’ll remember.”
“Want to torture me some more?” She grinned. Kat suspected he’d initiated the confrontation because he enjoyed the verbal sparring as much as being in complete control of their encounters. His need for answers was his job but his need for this was his pleasure. Still, she was glad when he removed the chair restraints.
Darkness freed her ankles first, then her upper arms. He stood and gripped her arm, helping her stand. Her knees trembled a little and the wetness down her thighs was proof that he was really good at making her come hard, twice in a row. “Now my wrists.” She turned to let him free them.
“I didn’t say we were done.” 
She looked over her shoulder at him. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’m glad I have a higher bed than the ones in your cottage. It’s the perfect height.” He bent and picked up the vibrator.
She watched him walk to the bed and grab a pillow. He dropped it on the edge of the mattress and placed the vibrator on it with the rounded tip almost falling off. He turned the vibrator on, reached out and grabbed her arm.
She almost fell when he jerked her forward. She stumbled and then found herself bent over the bed. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down, putting her on her knees.
“What are you doing?”
One of his hands slid between her belly and the bed. He lifted her off her knees until most of her weight rested along his arm. He grabbed the pillow with his free hand and slid it under her, adjusted it and then lowered her. She gasped. The vibrator ended up right against her clit. The plush padding of the thick pillow kept the plastic handle from digging in to her stomach. She fisted her hands behind her back.
“I don’t know if I can take this! I’m too sensitive.”
“You’re going to enjoy it a hell of a lot, sweetheart.”
She nodded, sealing her lips. Oversensitive or not, she was willing to try it. Darkness had a way of making her want to push boundaries and try new things.
He shoved her thighs open, keeping her knees from touching the floor with his body pressed against her ass. One hand opened up on her butt as he leaned back a little, putting space between them. It kept her in place.
“You said I could fuck you. I’m going to.”
She moaned when the thick head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy. He entered her slowly, gripping her hips. He held her still while he started to move, thrusting deep.
The vibrations against her clit combined with being fucked made Kat unable to think. She wanted to claw something but her hands were still locked behind the small of her back. She found the carpet with her toes and tried to use that traction to shove upward to get away from the vibrator. Darkness wouldn’t allow it, his firm hands on her hips pinned her in place.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
Darkness was in heaven and hell. Kat moaned louder and he fought the urge to come. He’d already been excited, watching her face while she climaxed twice. Now that she was under him, he was inside her and it was almost too much. She was wet and hot. Her internal muscles clenched tighter and he knew she was going to come again. He gritted his teeth, remembering too late that he hadn’t put on a condom.
He wanted to shoot his seed inside her. Just thinking about it had his balls screaming for release. Kat cried out and her vaginal walls started to convulse around his cock. He shoved her forward enough to get her off the vibrator and stilled. His dick was steel-hard, ached, but he held back his own release. He took deep breaths, listening to Kat’s breathing as she recovered. He withdrew from her body.
He grabbed the vibrator and turned it off, tossing it on the floor. He fisted his dick and rubbed it against the crack of her ass. He came hard. His semen coated her ass and lower back, even getting on her hands. He closed his eyes, shaking a little from the power of his release.
It would have felt better if I hadn’t pulled out. He bit back a growl. It pissed him off. He knew better than to touch her without a condom. It would be a nightmare if he got Kat pregnant. She was someone he could never trust. She was FBI and while he could force her to stay at Homeland until she gave birth, afterward she’d have the choice to leave, alone. A Species child would never be safe in her world. Would she abandon a child for her freedom? Would she tell the world they were able to have children? He didn’t know and never wanted to find out. It would put all the Species offspring at risk and that would be entirely his fault.“Damn,” she whispered. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Regret came next. “Was I too rough?”
She chuckled. “Nope. That was just way over the top. I think I lost brain cells.”
He would have hated to have accidentally hurt her, regardless of knowing she wasn’t who she claimed. He admired Kat. Most females would probably have protested his treatment. She seemed not to mind him needing to control the sex.
“I still can’t tell you his name. What’s next? May I have a few minutes first? I’m really sensitive.”
He backed off and helped her get to her feet. “Let’s shower.”
She turned, showing the cuffs. “Can these come off yet? It’s hard to wash your back otherwise.”
He walked to his dresser and withdrew a knife. She didn’t flinch when he approached and he saw no fear. He cut the cuffs. She grinned and rubbed her wrists. He turned and threw the plastic strip on the dresser.
“Follow me.”
“I’m going to have to borrow something to wear to get home. I’m not doing the streak-back-to-my-place thing. I’ve seen your surveillance feeds. They film everything at Homeland. Do New Species have funniest-security-video shows? I don’t want to be part of that footage.”
He couldn’t help but smile. He really liked Kat. It was a grim reminder, though, that he liked her a little too much. He paused at the bathroom door. “You shower first.”
He didn’t miss her reaction. Disappointment. She was easy to read when her guard was down.
“I thought we were going to do this together too.”
He shook his head. “It’s too personal.”
He’d hurt her. He saw the flicker of pain in her eyes before she hid it. “Right. As if what we just did wasn’t.” She walked past him. “Whatever.”
She flipped on the light and turned, gripping the door. “I guess I’ll shut this. It would probably be too personal to watch me shower unless you think I’m going to steal your soap or towels.”
He stepped back. “Go ahead.”
Anger twisted her lips. “You really are a bastard.”
She slammed the door. He was tempted to open it, to say something, but he stood there instead. Kat would leave Homeland soon and he didn’t want to miss her. It was better if their time was limited to just sex. He wouldn’t eat meals with her, share intimate grooming tasks with her or allow her to sleep in his bed.
He walked over to the chair and carried it back to the spare bedroom. The sound of water in the bathroom taunted him. He could be in there with her but instead he cleaned up the room, getting rid of all evidence of what they’d shared. Except her scent. It filled his room. It lingered as strongly as his memories of touching Kat. 
The shower shut off and he put on a pair of sweatpants, not wanting to be naked in her presence. She exited the bathroom wearing a towel, her skin flushed from the warm water and her hair caught up in another towel that was wrapped loosely around her head. She looked adorable and he hated noticing.
“Do you have a robe?”
He hesitated. “I need that name, Kat.”
“We’ve been over this.”
“You tell me or I’ll have officers come pick you up in twenty minutes. That means packing your suitcase and leaving Homeland. You won’t be allowed back.”
She stared into his eyes and he watched the color drain from her face. “You mean that?”
“I do.”
Her chin lifted and her shoulders straightened. “You don’t want to try to torture it out of me anymore?” She tilted her head toward the bed. “Round two might make me break.”