My hand shot out, fingers threading into her hair and tilting her head back abruptly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with shock as I leaned down, my voice a low growl against her lips.
“Option number two it is then, baby.”
Chapter thirty-eight
Tristian
Ididn’t give Ingrid time to reconsider. I threw her back onto the mattress, and she scrambled to sit up on her elbows, her eyes wide and dark with a mix of fear and heat. I didn’t let her get far. I moved over her, straddling her torso and pinning her down with my weight.
Her thighs pressed together. Her chest rose faster, pupils dilated the way they always did when she wanted me to handle her.
And that was all the permission I needed
My hands went to my belt, unbuckling it with a frantic precision. My cock was already an aching, throbbing weight against my fly.
I pulled myself free with one hand, fisted the other in Ingrid’s hair again, tilting her head back. She didn’t look away; she stared directly at the metal piercings, the ones staying in tonight.
“Open,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate. My little fuck doll parted her lips and took me into the heat of her mouth. I leaned my head back, a low growl vibrating through me as I took control, guiding her in a steady, demanding rhythm.
Another groan ripped out of me as her tongue pressed under the piercing at the head, welcoming it, savoring it.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Feeling my cock hit the back of her throat was a goddamn gift; she fought her own gag reflex to please me, her delicate frame squirming under my thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off her, her own arousal beginning to spike in response to my aggression.
A part of me thought about going easy on her. She looked so fragile, so easily broken, and the last thing I wanted to do was add to her trauma. But as I felt her lips wrap tighter around me, sucking with a desperate intensity even as I pushed deep, her little mouth hollowing her cheeks to take more, I realized this was exactly what she needed.
She needed a reminder. Something physical and undeniable. Something that said I wasn’t going anywhere.
I knew I was being a hypocrite. I’d kept her in the dark about my past for longer than I cared to admit. Still hadn’t answered her question about what had broughtmeto The Obsidian tonight—but in this moment, I didn’t give a damn. I needed to know why she was hurting. I needed to know who was responsible so I could make them suffer in ways they couldn’t imagine.
I pulled out, breathing hard as she sat up slightly, small coughs escaping her as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed, pleading for more, face and neck flushed deep red.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, doll...” I muttered, my voice thick.
She bit her lip, that spark of defiance flickering even now. “I don’t like it when you ignore me.”
A dark chuckle broke from my throat. I liked it when she fought back. My hand found her clit, my fingers dipping into the lace of her panties and finding her already drenched.
“So that’s how you’re gonna play?”
She couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I began to work my thumb against her. She was so sensitive, so ready to snap for me.
I tilted my head, watching the way her jaw dropped. “I don’t hear an answer, doll,” I pressed, increasing the pressure.
She shook her head frantically, grinding her hips into my palm in a silent plea for friction. “You’re... not playing fair.”
I didn’t stop. I pushed a finger deep into her heat, and her hand flew to my wrist out of reflex, her nails digging into my skin.
“I think I am, baby. I promised you I wouldn’t push you away. Now here I am, showing your pretty little pussy the attention you’ve been craving. Just like you don’t deserve my silent treatment, I don’t deserve to be lied to...”
I watched her face, looking for a crack in her armor. Lust and defiance waged war in her eyes as she tried to focus on the sensation of my hand. Then, I pulled away completely.
She looked up at me, her expression one of utter disbelief and need.
I leaned in, hovering inches from her lips, the scent of her all over me. “See, doll baby... leaving your needy little pussy drenched and soaking for my fingers is not fair. Making sure you are safe is.”
