Page 35 of Coal Hearts

“I told you before...I can’t.” His hot breath wafted over my ear as he folded himself over me, pinning me against the table. The iron rod in his trousers pressed right against my ass.

I moaned.

I couldn’t help it.

It was a moan of helplessness, sheer fury, and absolute despair.

His voice soaked into my heart, almost silent and just for me. “Our deal still stands. It’s just...complicated.”

“Fuck you!” I threw my head back, striking his nose.

“Ow,” he cursed, pulling away and prowling around me. One hand nursed his bruised nose, the other trailed over my back, sending shivers through my blood. His finger skated along every rib and every bead of my spine. A caress. A marking. The most sickening, mind-twisting touch of my entire stupid, short life.

“Let me go!” I struggled to keep track of him as he circled me again.

Coming to a stop behind me, he folded his dominating weight over me. Wedging his erection firmly against my crack, he breathed, “I’ll do what I can to protect you, okay? Just...don’t fight me. I can’t promise I won’t snap if you fight back.”

My eyes flew to the two men muttering together as Henri’s weight vanished. His powerful hands landed on my hips, his thumbs digging into my flesh with a possessive pinch full of ownership and tyranny.

I wanted to curse him in every language, but my throat resembled a sandpit. I tried to buck my hips to remove his touch, but he merely clamped his hands around me, pressing me against the table. The lowest, blackest groan echoed in his chest. “I said...don’t fight.”

Every hair on my body stood to attention.

I couldn’t catch a proper breath as he ducked his knees and placed his right hand on the inside of my thigh. “Just...lie there and be quiet. I won’t hurt you. You have my word. It’s just sex. That’s it. You were prepared to fuck me for a million euros...I’m only taking what you offered.”

“I didn’t offer anything. I agreed to see where the night took us, you bastard.”

“And this is where it took us.” He groaned. “To motherfucking hell.”

I wriggled against him, trying to escape his invading fingers. “Don’t do this.”

“I’ll be quick.” He chuckled blackly. “You have no fucking idea how quick I’ll be. How hard I am—”

“Get off me.” I kicked him. My sharp heel connected with his ankle.

The feral noise tumbling from his mouth made my entire body clench.

“Fucking hell, ne lutte pas j’ai dit!” he hissed. (I said, don’t fight!)

I bared my teeth and summoned five years of French lessons from high school. “Va te faire foutre.” (Fuck you.)

He reared back as if I’d slapped him.

Shadows swarmed in his stare. The first glint of the monster within him. A monster with murderous teeth and vicious claws—

“What on earth is going on over there, Ward?”

Henri tripped away from me, breathing hard. “Nothing. I’m just...I’m not used to fucking someone with two other men in the room.”

The older guy chuckled. “You’ll soon get over that little aversion if you come to my estate. Won’t he, Roland?”

The other man, with his large stomach and ruddy eyes, grinned. “Definitely.” Raising his voice, he added, “Flesh as far as the eye can see, Henri. Girls and boys, Masters and slaves. You see a pretty jewel walk by that twitches your dick? You only have to snap your fingers, and they’re yours.” He groaned loudly. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I’m horny as fuck, so...whip it out and stick it in her so we can go.”

“He’s not coming near me,” I snapped. “Ever!”

Roland laughed. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun. I’m going to sample you myself. I do love a new jewel full of fire.”

“Fuck you!”