Page 376 of Coal Hearts

And in that single moment of time, I forgave him, wanted him, begged him.

Pressing his forehead to mine, he reached down and angled his cock to find me.

I didn’t judge my complicity. Didn’t care the bite on my neck drove me deeper into delicious hell. We were a match made in perfect fucked-up heaven, and I clawed at his back to finish what he started.

I needed to be claimed, bruised...awakened into this new misery where I’d fallen.

Henri stroked his thumbs on my hipbones—that maddening, mocking swirl. “It’s driving you insane, isn’t it?” His entire face resembled that of the beast inside him—cut with shadows and hollow with wanting. “Now you know how I feel every second I’m around you.”

Every emotion overflowed.

Every heartache and fear.

With a cruel smile, he reached for my breast and twisted my nipple.

Hard.

“Ahhh.” I squirmed in his punishment, only to scream as he thrust violently inside me. “Oh God—”

Stabbed against the wall with his cock, I couldn’t stop the convulsing clenches that sucked him deeper.

“Jesus Christ.” He fisted my breast again, squeezing me so damn hard.

My eyes watered with agony.

My body reached another level of crazed.

“Qu’est ce que tu es en train de me faire?” (What are you doing to me?) His eyes tangled with mine, swarming with ghosts and monsters. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

The same question I’d thought.

And still no answers.

“I have no idea how to survive you.” He twisted my breast again, his thumb digging into my nipple.

My vision was full colour.

My body a riot of anguish.

Any other man and I’d be in full combat mode.

Any other abuse and I’d be in tears.

But with this man and this abuse?

Fuck, I almost came.

He bent his head and lapped at the bite mark on my neck.

A full-body shudder had me falling into yet another level of desire.

I’d never felt this way. This unbound. This honest. This free.

Feeding a whisper directly into my wound, he rutted deeper, deeper into me. “You think I’m like them. You call me a rapist like the other Masters. But...you’re wrong. I’m not a man who can hurt another and get off. I thought I was. I feared I was, but you...you showed me that I need someone to fight me. To be brave enough to survive me. I need you.” He groaned as he bit me again, tonguing my blood. “Christ, I need you. Only you. You make me so goddamn hard. You’re messing with my mind, Ily. But...if I’m brave enough to face what I am, then you better be too.”

Pulling away, he glowered at me as if he truly hated me, all while falling into war with me. “I’m a sadist, little nightmare. There, I said it. I confess I want to string you up, whip you, bleed you, and do a thousand bad things to you—”

“Oh my God.” My head fell back.