Page 126 of Drowning in Darkness

James spins me around so he’s behind me. A hand cracks down over my ass. I jump with a squeak, but it melts into a moan as the heat thrums under my skin. “I’m not done with you, sweetheart. Not by a long shot.”

A rustle comes from the nightstand. I can hardly think straight, but the sound of something tearing sobers me. A condom. Oh hell, I’m really going to do this.

I freeze, and James’s hand rests on the small of my back. “Sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

James yanks me up by my bound wrists, freeing me. I’m about to say I don’t want that, to insist I want him to have sex with me, when he pulls my arms behind my back, securing them there with the belt again. I’m even more immobile now, and he shoves me back down onto the bed, pressing my face into the covers.

“Tell me what you want.” James grips my hip. “Let me hear those pretty lips say such dirty words.”

“Fuck me, please.” I squirm, trying to feel him again, to get his cock inside me. “Pull my hair and fuck me while I can’t move.”

James wastes no time. He winds his hands in my hair, circling it around his fist and pulling hard, tugging at the roots. Prickles of pain sting my scalp, and I love every second of it without guilt. Only freedom.

“Scream, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

He jacks his hips forward, and I do just as he says, crying out his name. His cock sheathes inside me, meeting resistance for just a moment before bottoming out. His hips are right up against my ass, and I stretch around his considerable size, my pussy so full.

I’m not a virgin. We both knew that. But this feels like my first time, and that’s how I’m going to think of it.

And it’s perfect.

James starts up a rhythm, claiming me thoroughly. He fists my hair, craning my head back, my shoulders pressing into the bed. I can’t do anything but take it with my arms bound behind me.

The pace hits me hard each time, and I love the feeling of James gripping my hip, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. I can picture his marks left on my skin.

He smacks my ass again and growls. The hand in my hair finds the back of my neck and squeezes down while he fucks me with everything he has. He’s not backing down, taking what he wants from my body. The sensations magnify and spread out, traveling down each limb.

“Please, please, please…” The words are just babble, my pussy aching to come again.

“Please, what?” James thrust in and tightens his hold. “Say it.”

“Please make me come.”

And does he ever.

James lets go of anything holding him back, thrusting hard and fast, barreling into me like I’m all he needs in the entire world. I fall apart, walls clamping down on his shaft as he thickens. The room goes fuzzy, my head floating, and the pleasure is everything.

His pace stutters, and he groans low. The sound is incredible, knowing he’s feeling that way because of me. He’s coming because of me. Every nerve sings, and he leans up, taking the pressure off my neck. I suck in fresh air, blissfully sore.

“Shit.”

I freeze. That’s the last thing I want to hear, considering the situation. James moves back, and something goes into the trash. Looking at him with my brows raised, I wait for him to fill in the blanks. “Shit, what?”

He sighs, returning to the bed where he sits next to me. “The condom broke.”

My stomach drops, my heart rate spiking as his words land like a slap.

“But I’m clean, which you shouldn’t normally just take someone’s word for, and…” He doesn’t finish, his stare not meeting mine now.

“James.” I angle his chin toward me, needing him to look at me. “I’m kind of freaking out here. And what?”

“I’m sterile.” Something flickers behind his eyes. He didn’t want to mention this right now. “You won’t get pregnant.”

“Wait.” I shake my head. There’s too much information contained in just a few small words. “What do you mean, sterile?”

“I had a vasectomy. I didn’t tell anyone, but I wasn’t about to father a child because of what I do. I won’t take that risk. So.”