Then, he moves.
In a breath, my waist is caged in his arms. I squirm hard in his hold, but his giant body is immovable. His full weight pins mine to the sink counter, shoving my thighs wide. My skirt flips, my ass bared to the cold air.
One hand shoves the side of my face into the soppy laminate, reeking of cheap soap. His other rears back. And the belt lands in a sharp kiss of fire.
“Oh, fuck!” My scream ricochets off the walls, pain searing across my skin.
“Was your goal to get me harder than steel? To make me so full of rage I’d fuck you senseless in this bathroom?”
A smile curls over my lips. It hadn’t been, but it is now. “Yes, fucker. Did it work?”
His response is another swat, this one on my opposite ass cheek. Tears dislodge from my eyes. The burning streaks across the skin are so soothing, I can’t hold back a broken sob.
“Do it again,” I whisper.
A growl grinds out of his chest. The belt comes down twice more, each time followed by his hips ramming forward so I feel the solid, pulsing length of him right where Ineedit.
“Please,” I breathe.
“I’m not making blisters. Not today.” His voice is molten steel. “You want stripes? I’ll lock you in my pillory and thrash your ass until we can hoist you up a pole on Flag Day.”
“Do it.” I want his hate inside me. Filling me. Etching itself into my skin until the only thing I feel alive from…is him.
Aidennoticedme. Hewantsme so much, he’s doingthisto my skin.
The clank of metal on the floor makes my tears dry up for only a moment until my lungs seize. He tugs my panties asideand shoves his full girth inside me. Not bothering to check if I’m wet.
But I’m already drenched.
His fingers lace around my throat as he pulls me up until I have to face us in the mirror. Streaked mascara, snot, red cheeks, smeared lipstick. Eyes wet with lust and madness. My reflection gasps.
“Look at you, baby girl.”
I look like I’ve been ruined.
I look like I want more.
His hips slam forward, burying so deep the image in front of us ripples in my vision. A hand slaps down right where the burn is the worst, forcing my eyes to squeeze shut. The grip tightens on my throat until I have to rip them open again.
“I know you pretend to hate this…but you secretly love it, don’t you? You know how I know?”
For only a moment, he bends me over, folds himself over my back, and thrusts savage and deep. Until every scrap of discomfort I had melts into a shattering pleasure.
Wrenching me fully upright, back to chest again, he lifts one of my thighs high on the counter. His thick balls slap against my cunt and clit in a rhythm that shortens my breath into shallow gasps.
If he keeps going like this, I’m going to come harder than I have since Red Night.
His mouth hovers so close I can feel the tingle of it on my lips.
Every canter of his hips sends shock waves through my spine. An inferno of fire flares between our bodies. He’ssodeep, I can’t breathe, and each time he delves in, it’s another punishment for being alive.
In a gruff whisper, his voice tickles my ear. “Because you killed for me, Ashlyn.” His voice holds the rasp of an owner’s pride. “You’re one kiss away from falling in love with me.”
My fingers dig into his arms, my mouth seeking his.Please kiss me. Please… I beg silently, needing him desperately. He holds his lips only a sliver from mine. Neck strains to meet him with every thrust, but he continues to deny me.
I growl through clenched teeth, and in that space—fury, agony, ecstasy—I detonate. Pleasure surges through every nerve ending. Pussy clenching down on his entire length, holding it where I need it. My release rips through me in a primal yell, spilling into the inches between us. And my full breath launches into his flushed face.
His hand clamps the back of my neck, eyes on mine like a scope as he drives into me, harder, deeper, until his own grunt breaks loose. The hot flood of him fills me to the brim—hate and want indistinguishable.