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“She did the same thing to me, only much worse, and I didn’t relent then,” Angelica said. “Why would I give in to you now?”
He released her breast, frowning. “What do you mean, she?”
Angelica’s knees had started feeling rubbery, and she was grateful he’d backed off. He hadn’t hurt her the way the woman had, but he could have and might yet. “The woman at the prison, with this cloud of red curly hair. She came to see me, said she was tempted to buy me herself. I didn’t get it, then, but I do now. She’s a sadistic slaver, just like you.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he said, “Describe the woman. What did she look like, besides her red hair?”
“Why should I tell you?”
But the moment the words left her mouth, his hand was around her throat again, squeezing. “What did she look like?” His eyes were wild. “Goddammit, Angelica, what the f**k did she look like? You’ve got to tell me. This is important.”
She blinked several times, stunned by the sudden intense look in his eye. The woman meant something to him, something really bad. “Her eyes were a dark blue. She had a small mouth, pale skin. She was beautiful and ugly at the same time. She hurt me.”
“And she was at the prison, where you were held?”
She nodded.
She didn’t know why, but Reyes released her throat, then stepped away from her, sweeping a hand down his face. He bent over as if in sudden pain. After a moment, however, he rose up and straightened his shoulders, coming back to himself. Whatever memories this woman had evoked, he appeared to have shunted aside.
He met her gaze again, his eyes narrowed as though contemplating his next move. “If pain doesn’t affect you, maybe the opposite will.”
When he moved toward her this time, she trembled all over again but for a different reason as his gaze roved her body. He drew close, pushing her robe aside. “You have beautiful br**sts. That dress you wore at the Ocean Club still gets me going when I think about it. But what would please you, I wonder?” He leaned down and suckled her breast.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered. She’d had fantasies about Reyes before her abduction, all of which she’d enjoyed.
But right now she was horrified that he would do this to her while she was chained to a wall. For some reason it seemed worse to her than the feel of his hand at her throat, or the fire at her breast, that while holding her captive, he would pleasure her.
In a louder voice, she said, “You sick bastard, stop it. I hate what you’re doing.”
He slowly dropped to his knees, looking up at her at the same time. “You don’t get a say in this, slave. You’ve felt the stick, now let me show you the real advantage of surrendering your will to mine.”
His tongue swirled over her sensitive navel, then began a low, purposeful glide toward the flesh between her legs.
“No, please don’t.”
The shackles held her prisoner and there was nothing she could do to stop him as his hands glided up and down her legs. But before his tongue found her most tender flesh, he rose up in front of her.
As much as she hated him, there was no denying how handsome the man was, his eyes like the clearest water as he held her gaze.
Then his nostrils flared as his gaze roved her throat. He slid a hand around the back of her neck, and to her horror she watched as his fangs emerged.
“Don’t bite me. Don’t you dare f**king bite me.”
“You think you’ve felt pleasure before? You have no idea what’s about to happen, and once I’ve given you this ride you’ll be begging for more.”
She had little strength left to fight him when he tilted her head to the side, then struck with his fangs.
She winced at the sudden sting, but a moment later, as he began to draw from her neck, a new layer of desire rushed through her, a kind of euphoria she’d never known before.
She wanted to scream her frustration at feeling so many unwelcome sensations, but he was right: the pleasure she felt grew more intense with each draw from her neck. It hit her like the strongest drug, and while part of her raged against it, she was powerless to stop the waves of bliss that overtook her.
He suckled greedily, groaning as he took her blood down his throat. She felt each draw in a heavy pulse deep between her legs. He slid an arm around her now, caressing her bottom once more, then anchored his h*ps against hers.
Through his pants, she felt the thick rope of his erection and groaned once more. He arched his hips, pressing into her flesh in just the right way so that she cried out.
Maybe it was the complete despair of the moment, or the fact that she was fully aroused, but her body took over and she writhed against him, an orgasm building. Her whole body felt sensitized so that as his h*ps pressed into her repeatedly, pleasure ran up and down her arms and legs, her back, and over her br**sts.
His h*ps moved faster, pummeling her now with swift strikes that brought her closer and closer to the edge. Even his suckling increased in speed.
The sound of the moans he made added another layer—so that suddenly she flew straight over the cliff, crying out once more as a lightning flow of ecstasy rushed through her, taking her high into the stratosphere.
Pleasure peaked, fell back, then peaked again. He kept working her body, kept drinking from her throat, and she cried out repeatedly, pleasure, just as he’d promised, rolling through her again and again.
She finally came back to earth, her body growing quiet as he released her throat.
He planted his hands on the wall on either side of her head, staring into her eyes, his expression as serious as ever. He was breathing hard, his brow pinched. She knew without having to be told that though he’d been aroused, he hadn’t come and the experience had no doubt left him in pain.
For that, she couldn’t feel bad. He ought to suffer.
Her legs didn’t want to support her and her arms had started to hurt. Not that her captor cared.
Her mind spun in circles. She’d gone from Reyes frightening her to giving her the most incredible release she’d ever known.
But her stomach boiled with anger and disgust. Just because he’d brought her didn’t mean she’d thank him for it, or even value what had just happened.
On the contrary, something about having been worked up sexually against her will served to strengthen her determination.
“You’ll never break me. You can tear my flesh apart with one of those whips, you can give me a thousand orgasms, but I promise you, I will never submit to you willingly.”
