She screamed in shock as pain and pleasure tore through her body in an orgasm. Her thighs shook, and her hips bucked against him, pulling him deeper.
He groaned against her shoulder, but didn’t stop or slow.
Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto her back with a growl, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. A gasp escaped her when he thrust into her again.
His free hand moved up her body until his fingers wrapped around her throat. He stared down at her as though he needed to see her face.
Even through her exhaustion, she glared up at him.
“Again,” he commanded, his thumb pressing into her throat.
“You controlling jerk—I’m not listening to your—ah!” Her curse shattered into a cry as his thumb pressed harder, while his hips pistoned into her with relentless force.
The third climax slammed into her like an explosion, ripping through her body with such intensity that her vision whited out completely.
Her scream tore through the bedroom again, this time in half fury and half pleasure as her body convulsed beneath him.
He groaned against her skin, his rhythm faltering.
Then, with a sharp inhale, he withdrew.
The sudden emptiness made her gasp, her hips jerking upwards instinctively to chase him. But his fingers dug into her hips, pinning her in place as he emptied once again on her stomach.
She lay quivering, watching his handsome face contorting in pleasure while he once again denied her what she wanted.
Even as her body trembled in pleasure, anger grew.
His eyes opened, and when he looked back at her, they were once again calm and in control.
He moved slightly, reached for the tissues on his nightstand, and began wiping her stomach clean with smooth, efficient strokes.
“Get off me,” she gritted.
His hand paused, and then he slowly moved away from her. He got up from the bed and dropped the tissues into the bin under the nightstand. And then, he stood next to the bed, watching her.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
“You are a liar,” she said in fury. “I know you didn’t marry me for an heir. You married me for revenge.”
He froze then.
Her voice trembled with anger as she spoke. “You think I don’t see it? The morning-after pill. The rules. The distance.Why you never finish inside me. You married me to punish me for humiliating you five years ago.”
He didn’t say anything.
That made it worse.
“You hate me,” she finished, her chest rising and falling. “Admit it.”
The word hate hung between them.
He studied her for a long second.
“You call his hate?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over her.
There was still heat in his eyes. And her heart jerked in shock seeing that he was fully aroused again.
Her stomach quivered, and her nipples hardened in response.
