Page 332 of Coal Hearts

Her eyes darkened to bronze as she guided me lower, lower.

“You think just because I obey you that I respect you?”

I swallowed hard as she hovered my hand above the scorching fire between her legs.

“You don’t have a clue how far people will go for love. You don’t have the faintest idea how far I’ll go to one day be free of you.”

I groaned as the first touch of her scalding, sopping heat stung my fingertip.

Her head flopped backward, crashing on my shoulder.

Guiding my finger deeper inside her, she whispered, “You have no idea what I’m prepared to do to deny you every part of me.”

With a gasp, she shoved my finger in as deep as it would go.

We both jerked.

Fuck.

Me.

Victor tossed us a smirk as Ily lay spread-eagled on my lap with my finger impaled inside her.

I couldn’t stop myself.

My free arm snaked around her.

My hand cradled her fragile throat.

My teeth found her ear.

And my tongue licked down her neck.

Her hips rocked against my finger as hers fell away, delivering herself to me.

Her wetness dribbled over my knuckles.

Her desire stained my black trousers.

The eroticism of the moment ought to have blown my fucking mind, yet...something was missing. Something violently fundamental. Something I only figured out as her pussy clenched around me, and she moaned wantonly in my ear.

I grunted as that knowledge slammed into my despicably deranged heart.

The monster inside me raged.

She hadn’t given herself to me.

She’d taken from me.

Used me.

Robbed me.

And even as I inserted a second finger and found out exactly how sodden she was, her voice glittered with an oath I wanted to shatter.

“I’m wet because I choose to be, not because you made me. I’m needy because I rule my body, not you. I want sex because I’ve decided you can’t take that away from me. I don’t care about you, Master H. I care about myself. I care about my family back home and my brother who is mourning me. I care enough to refuse you a single shred of power over me.” Her hand clamped on my wrist again, forcing me to finger her deeper. “So I suggest you remember that when you make me kneel and suck and moan. Remember that I choose this, not you. I want this, in spite of you. And I will take everything that you give me and make it mine. Not because you own me but because I will never, ever be yours.”

I snapped.