Instead I laugh.
“Come on,” I gasp out, wiping blood from my split lip. “I’ve taken harder hits from guys half your size.”
His eyes flash with fury. He closes the distance between us in two strides and I barely have time to brace before his fist connects with my ribs. The pain explodes through my side, sharp and bright and absolutely perfect. I double over with a wheeze, clutching my side, and feel the grin splitting my face wider.
Suha grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, more black than brown now, and I can see the rut taking hold. His control is slipping. Good.
“You have a death wish,” he snarls.
I surge up against him instead of pulling away, pressing my body flush against his, even as his grip tightens painfully in my hair. I can feel the heat radiating off him, can feel the tension coiled in every muscle. I release another wave of pheromones, letting them wash over both of us, a blatant challenge to his dominance.
“Maybe,” I say, my voice coming out breathy. “Or maybe I just know what I want.”
He throws me again. This time I hit the couch and flip over the back of it, landing hard on my shoulder. The borrowed shirt tears at the seam and I hear something in the furniture crack under my weight. I’m laughing as I scramble up, dizzy from the pheromones and the impacts and the sheer insanity of what I’m doing.
Suha vaults over the couch after me. I dodge to the side and his fist punches through the drywall where my head was a second ago. Plaster rains down, and I use the opening to dart in close,pressing against his back and running my hands up his sides, feeling the muscles bunch and flex under my palms.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” I murmur against his shoulder blade, then bite down hard on the curve of his neck.
The sound he makes is inhuman. He spins and catches me around the waist, lifting me off my feet and slamming me down onto the coffee table. Glass shatters beneath us and I feel something sharp slice across my back, but I don’t care. I’m too busy fighting to get my hands free, to keep pushing, to make him angrier.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Suha demands, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other wraps around my throat again. His weight crushes down on me, all that muscle and fury pressing me into the wreckage of the table.
His grip tightens, and the edges of my vision start to go dark. But I can see the war happening behind his eyes, the way his rut is screaming at him to dominate this challenger, to put me in my place. I arch up against him, rolling my hips, and watch his control fracture a little more.
He releases my throat and I suck in a desperate breath, coughing. Before I can recover, he’s hauling me up and throwing me toward the bedroom. I stumble through the doorway and catch myself on the doorframe, spinning around just in time to see him coming for me again.
We crash together in the middle of the bedroom. His hands are everywhere, grabbing and shoving and trying to pin me down. I fight back, but not to escape. Every time he gets a grip on me, I slip away, only to press back against him from a different angle. I’m deliberately making this harder for him, making him work for it, pushing every single button I can find.
When he manages to get his arm around my waist from behind I grind back against him, feeling his cock hard and strainingagainst his slacks. The growl he lets out vibrates through my entire body.
He throws me onto the bed. I bounce once and try to roll away, but he’s on me too fast, his weight pinning me down. I buck and twist, managing to get one arm free and rake my nails down his side hard enough to leave marks. He catches my wrist and slams it back down, then does the same with the other one.
His pheromones surge, and this time they hit me like a truck. My body goes weak, my limbs turning to jelly as the sheer force of his dominance washes over me. He uses the moment to flip me over, pressing my face into the mattress and pinning my wrists behind my back with one hand.
I can feel him shaking with barely contained fury, his pheromones so thick in the air they make my head spin.
“You want to play games?” he snarls against my ear, his voice gone guttural with rut. “Fine. You asked for this. Now I’m going to teach you some fucking manners.”
His free hand fists in the back of my borrowed shirt and he yanks. The fabric tears like paper, buttons scattering across the bed and floor. The sound of it ripping makes something hot coil in my gut. He doesn’t bother being careful, just shreds the shirt off my back and tosses the ruined pieces aside before moving to my pants.
The button pops off when he rips them open. He drags the slacks and my underwear down my thighs in one violent motion, not even bothering to get them all the way off, just shoving them down enough to bare my ass. The air hits my skin and I shiver, anticipation making my cock throb where it’s trapped against the mattress.
I hear his belt buckle jingle, the rasp of a zipper. My heart hammers against my ribs as I wait, every nerve ending on fire. This is it. This is what I’ve been chasing for months, what I’ve been desperate for. A dominant alpha strong enough to actuallydominate me, to make me submit not through my own choice but through sheer overwhelming force.
Suha doesn’t warn me. Doesn’t prepare me. He just lines himself up and pushes in.
The pain hits like a lightning bolt straight to my spine. I cry out as I jerk against the mattress, muscles spasming as Suha forces his way inside me with single-minded brutality. There’s no give, no consideration—just the searing stretch of my body struggling to accommodate his thick cock, every nerve ending firing in protest. I feel like I’m being cleaved in two, the burn so intense I can practically smell scorched flesh, though I know it’s just my stupid brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming sensation.
Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes but I blink them away, nails biting into my palms behind my back. My thighs tremble violently where they’re spread wide, practicality bent at right angles with my ass still exposed from where he’d barely bothered to undress me. The dry drag of his cock against my unprepared rim makes me whimper, but the sound twists into something desperate and needy halfway through.
“Fucking shit,” I gasp, the words shattered as they leave my throat. My entire body is alight with conflicting signals—pain like I’m being gutted, pleasure like I’m about to come untouched. “Holy fuck, yes.”
Above me, Suha makes this incredulous sound between his teeth, something between a snarl and a laugh. His grip on my hips tightens hard enough to bruise as he continues that relentless push, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until his balls finally press flush against my ass. The sheer fullness makes my stomach cramp, cock twitching pathetically where it’s trapped beneath me, leaking onto the sheets. I swear I can feel him in my fucking throat.
Without warning, he draws back halfway—the drag almost worse than the initial invasion—then slams home again withenough force to knock the breath from my lungs. My forehead hits the mattress as another forced-out moan escapes, the impact rattling my teeth. It still hurts like a bitch, but now there’s something else threading through the pain—this dark, filthy heat coiling low in my gut, making me push back against him like some desperate bitch in heat.
The second thrust comes harder, knocking the headboard into the wall with a sharp crack as the pain blurs into something dangerously close to pleasure. My muscles flutter around him, torn between trying to force him out and sucking him deeper, and I realize with dizzy hilarity that my body’s already given up the fight—welcome home, motherfucker, make yourself comfortable.
