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“Why?”
He lowers his face until it’s directly over mine. “I guess you will have to trust me.”
He leans back, and his eyes scan my body with hunger. He still wants me, and my body is craving for his touch again. I feel empty, cold. I want to feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
My back arches and my breasts graze his chest. One spark changes everything.
I don’t know who kisses who, or whose body crashes with the other first, but our lips lock, and I know nothing will stop us this time. This time, I said yes. I will say yes. This isn’t rape. This is the best goddamn sex of my life.
Our tongues dance again, both pushing harder into each other’s mouths, both needing more. My fingernails dig into his back sharply as his body presses hard against mine. He settles between my legs automatically, his cock resting at my entrance, and then suddenly, he stops.
“No,” I say because I don’t want him to stop.
Caspian takes it in the same way as I said before. To stop. With pain in his eyes, he slowly inches off my body.
I grab his neck.
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“No, I meant…” Shit, I can’t say it. I can’t tell him to fuck me. He’s holding me captive. He wants to rape me. What’s wrong with me?
But I’m not thinking with my brain. My body is trembling with need for a release. I’ve been raped, but I haven’t had sex. The kind that makes your toes curl, and your body whole. Not in months. I need it. I need it to make all the horrible memories go away. I need it to be my choice. I need to tell him what I want.
He hesitates, not sure what I’m about to say.
“Fuck me, Conti.”
His cock slides inside me the second the words leave my mouth. I’m soaking wet, so his passage inside me is easy. But I still stretch around him, as he pushes further in sweet agony.
But the second he does, memories come back. Of him raping me before; of Dante.
“I got you,” Conti says. His lips come over my hardened nipple, a move that was only met with rough teeth before, and I calm.
My body comes alive then, pushing out any stray memories. Caspian may have raped me before, but Conti hasn’t. Conti was my savior. Conti is who I want to fuck. I want this.
So I don’t let the twisted-ness of the situation ruin how I feel.
I arch my back as Conti kisses down my neck, like I had imagined so many times before.
I moan loudly when his cock brushes against a spot deep inside me. A spot no man has ever hit before.
“Yes,” I cry, as he hits my clit over and over with his body.
His lips cover mine, silencing me. But my purring continues with his every movement. I can’t get enough. My body can’t take much more, and yet I want this to never stop. I’ve never had sex that made me lose my mind like this.
I no longer care about anything terrible Caspian has done before.
I don’t care he didn’t save me when I ran into his lap from the car.
I don’t care he killed a dozen men in front of me.
I don’t care he raped me.
I don’t care he’s holding me captive now.
I’m sick. Sex with him has changed me, and I don’t know what to do with myself now.
“Come,” he says in a deep, commanding voice. A voice I’m not sure I hate or love. But even if I wanted to disobey his command, there is no way my body could disobey.
