She actually smiles at that, her laughter filling the small room.
"You want this. Admit it." My voice is a dark command.
When she doesn't respond with words, her body tells me everything I need to know. The way she shifts, opening her pussy to me, inviting me to touch her. I press one fingertip to her throbbing clit again and circle. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and she sighs contentedly. My other arm curls possessively around her waist, holding her tight as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat. She lets out a soft whimper, and a dark satisfaction and primal urge surge through me.
She's yielding to me, but it's more than that. So much more. She'schoosingthis. Her body knows what she wants, even if her mind protests, and she’s allowing this.
It’s a small win, but I’ll take it.
My fingers close around her, my thumb brushing her nipples, one at a time. I bite back a groan of my own because the way she responds is addictive. Her fingertips curl against my thighs, and she tries to hold onto control, but she's slipping… slipping under my spell, and she's not going to get away. I trail my fingers down to the top of her, brushing water over her, fanning her. Her breathing grows heavier, and her hips shift against mine, pressing into me. My cock is at her entrance, hot, thick, and ready. My control hangs on by a thread. I want to take her and fuck her until she's boneless and screaming my name.
"Tell me you want this," I demand in her ear. "Fucking tell me, my little swan."
"No," she says, turning away from me with a teasing look in her eyes.
A spark of excitement fires in my chest. "So youdowant that punishment I promised?"
She gives one noncommittal shrug of her shoulder. Of course she fucking does.
"Bad girls don't get pleasure, little swan. Only good girls do."
"Oh damn. I'll be a good girl for you," she says in a voice that melts every icy side of my heart. It's all I need. I turn her head and capture her mouth with mine, swallowing every sound, licking her tongue as I delve my fingers deep into her slick pussy.
I thrust, pressing her clit with my thumb, and thrust again.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it. Her hips rise, and I stroke again. I take her to the edge until she's tumbling, begging, and then I part her thighs and slide my cock into her slick, hot entrance. She’s so fucking tight. A virgin.
Christ.
"Oh my god," she says in a whisper. I hold myself back so I don’t hurt her as I thrust into her again, slowly, the hot water lapping against her bare chest and mine. "Oh my god."
"There's no turning away from me now, whether you remember who you are or not, Anissa," I say in her ear, my hand paused over her clit. My cock bobs inside her.
She nods. “I know,” she whispers with a groan. “I won’t.”
I thrust again, and her head falls back in unadulterated bliss. She moans, writhing, water lapping in waves against her bare breasts and chin while my pleasure eclipses everything. I curse and thrust, claiming her. I spill into her, milking the tight walls of her pussy as she climaxes with abandon. My senses drown in pleasure as I hold her on top of me, thrusting into her hot channel with claiming strokes.
“Yes,” she breathes, riding out her orgasm. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” I breathe into her ear. “That’s right, baby. Surrender. Confess you’re mine. Let me hear who owns you.”
Her response is breathless, choked, her voice thick with desire. “You,” she gasps, drunk with pleasure and helpless to protest. “I belong to you.Yours.”
I hold her to me.
My plan is working.
Only I don’t know what will happen when she remembers.
Chapter Eleven
“Anissa”
I stir in my sleep,somewhere caught between reality and a drugged state of consciousness.
There's… a woman in my dreams. A woman with silvery gray hair and kind eyes, and my heart aches becauseI know her.
“Mom?” I want to say, but that doesn't seem right; something's wrong with it.
