Page 66 of Inflict

His gaze snapped up to find hers watching him. “I won’t touch you unless you ask me to. Not now, not ever.”

He’d decided that the moment he knew her body had never been her own. She had to ask because she wanted to be touched, not because he demanded it.

Evelyn’s head fell back, tipping over the edge of the glass as words spilled from her lips in a swift breath. “Won’t you help me, please?”

“Anything.”

As fast as his agreement was out of his mouth, Connor was already touching her. His hands found her sides, pulling up her tank top and then his fingernails dragged down her skin with enough pressure to leave red lines behind.

Evelyn only sighed.

Like his touch was good, but not quite enough.

“Harder, again.”

He heard, more.

His one hand found her throat while his other grasped tight to her inner thigh, forcing her leg open far enough that he knew it had to ache. All the while, his fingers tightened around her throat, while her digits sank deep into her cunt, and her back came up off the table.

Her eyes met his as he leaned down to find her hot mouth in a bruising kiss. Her gasping whine against his kiss lasted only long enough for his tongue to strike inside her mouth. She was warm, soft, and needy under his touch, but she was also defiant, sinful, and broken, too.

He pulled away just long enough to take a breath.

“I can’t even see your pretty cunt swallowing up your fingers,” he growled against her mouth, “but I bet it’s feckin’ lovely, isn’t it? I bet you’d be just as greedy with my cock, love.”

Connor bit her lip hard, and then his teeth went lower, finding spots to mark on her chin, her throat, and then her collarbone. They were deep bites that left his teeth marks behind, left her skin red, and each time, she lifted into him for more.

And then she was coming.

Once …

Then again.

She had to work harder for each orgasm, her fingers working faster, her body twisting under his while her face contorted with pleasure. She was—by far—the most beautiful thing he’d ever had beneath him, and he wasn’t even screwing her.

Connor let Evelyn continue playing with herself while he made new marks and tasted all the different spots on her body that he could find. He choked her just enough to make her lose her words, but not enough that he couldn’t hear her scream. His fingers left bruises on her inner thighs, and she only ever said one thing each time.

“More.”

He stopped counting her orgasms, but eventually, her back fell to the table, and her legs closed around her trembling hands. Her skin was sweat-slicked, and her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she looked him over.

He had no doubt he could have dropped his pants, bent her over, filled her full, and fed the monster rattling at his cage. He didn’t. Seeing her content, though ready for more if he asked, was enough for him.

For now.

“See,” Connor said, taking his spot back on the couch as he rolled her over on her side again on the table, “you dealt with it, lass. Now we’re good.”

Evelyn’s voice was hoarse when she replied, “Or did you deal with it?”

“It wasn’t about me. I told you that.”

“Not even a little bit?”

Connor went about wiping her thighs down with the spray and towels again, making sure that his work space and Evelyn were both clean and sterile. He took his time cleaning each of her fingers when she held them out, and even slower cleaning the wetness between her thighs. He put on new latex gloves, while Evelyn’s trembling finally ceased.

“Trust me, love, you would know if it was about me. We wouldn’t be close to done, every part of you would ache, and you would love every feckin’ second of it.”

“Huh.” She sounded pleased, amused, and curious all at once. “I should go change my panties, because they’re ruined, but if I don’t tell you to start now, your little plan might not work after a break.”