Clawed fingers dig into the plump, prickled flesh, and he catches my bottom lip. Holds it between his teeth.
Growls.
I shiver from the base of my neck to the tips of my toes, hooked by his stare as I’m spread apart, his fingers skimming so close to that sensitive crease that’s immune to his lies. That remembers only the way his fingers swirled around my entrance, teasing ...coaxing...
My lids flutter closed.
He snarls and takes my weight, wrapping my legs around his hips and slamming my back against the door.
Heat spikes at the apex between my thighs. Delicious, surging heat that makes me grind and grind and—
I groan, my mind a messy, instinctual thing that’s driven by one thing and one thing only ...
Him.
“You’re staying right thefuckhere, do you hear me?”
His words pour between my lips like liquid chocolate, and I gobble them down, mind focused on my bare and exposed core flooding with another wave of hot want.
I can smell it—my desire for him to sate my body and unbridled mind. To take my pain and cleave it apart with a plunge of rampant pleasure. Because this world is cold and cruel and callous, and I just want to feel good for a bit. Feel close to somebody.
Close tohim.
He carries me to the bed, his demanding mouth eating up my hungry moans, and I’m punched into the mattress, a motion which would have felt violent if he hadn’t fallen with me like a landslide.
I’m lost beneath him, entombed by his flexing might, drunk on his scent, his feel, his force ...
I jerk my hips in invitation for the steel-like bulge pressing against my inner thigh, aching for him to push at my entrance.
For him to dig into my body like he’s dug into my soul.
I weave my hands between the press of our bodies ...
Desperate.
Seeking.
My fingers barely brush his laces before he nips my lip and whips off the bed.
“Be good,” he states, making for the door without looking back. He’s pulled it open before I’ve even had a chance to blink or lick at the sore on my lip, slamming it shut behind him, leaving me sprawled on his bed with my legs spread and the cloying bouquet of my arousal thick in the air.
There’s the sound of a key sliding into place, and the clank that follows drops my heart into my stomach and rips me from the cloud he set me in.
No.
No, no, no ...
I scramble up, clamber toward the door on legs that barely remember how to work, then grip the handle andtwist.
It doesn’t budge.
“Rhordyn!” I slam my hand against the wood, then my foot when he doesn’t answer. “Rhordyn!If you leave me locked in here, I’ll never forgive you!Do you hear me?”
No answer. Just the incriminating silence of an empty hallway. I can’t feel his presence near.
He’s gone.
It doesn’t stop me from screaming his name, over and over, until my throat is just as ruined as my pride. I punch the door until bone collides with wood and blood stains the grain.
