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I begged because I chose to. Because he didn’t demand my surrender. I gave it willingly.
“Samantha,” he groaned my name and lined up with my slick opening. I was wet and ready for him, my core throbbing with need. “Do you feel what you do to me? You are so perfect.”
His swollen cockhead pressed at my entrance, parting my pussy lips as he eased inside. I whimpered at the burning stretch of him pushing in, but he didn’t stop at the sound of my discomfort. He stroked my cheek with one hand and reached between us with the other, playing with my nipples, giving me the little bites of pain that always drove me wild. My whimper turned to a high whine, and my inner muscles relaxed as my arousal grew, easing his progress as he penetrated me slowly.
Once he was fully seated inside me, he paused. My core contracted, struggling between pushing him out and welcoming him in. His jaw was clenched, his scar drawn deep and fierce. But the sight didn’t scare me. I touched the mark again, tracing the furrow across his handsome face. He closed his eyes, a shiver running through his entire body as his cock jerked inside me.
He withdrew slowly, using aching care with my untried body. His cockhead dragged across my g-spot, and pleasure lit up my system, burning away the discomfort. My core heated and relaxed, opening for him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels into his sculpted ass, pulling him back inside me.
A rumbling shout left his lips at my bold movement, and he grasped my wrists, pinning them over my head with one hand while his other played with my breasts more harshly. He pinched and pulled at my nipples. Each little hit of pain went straight to my pussy, making it flutter around him.
He began to move, pumping his hips faster and harder as he clung to his control by a thread. I knew he was holding back so he wouldn’t hurt me, but I didn’t want that. I didn’t care if it hurt. I welcomed the burn of his huge cock filling and stretching me. It made me hyperaware of our intense connection, bound together by pleasure and pain. This was how it was meant to be between us: our bond so tight that it was nearly too much to bear.
“More,” I begged, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts. “Please, Andrés…”
My pleading triggered him. With a snarl, his control snapped, and he started fucking me in harsh, possessive strokes. His hand tightened around my wrists, and his weight pressed me deeper into the mattress, pinning me down so there was no escape from his onslaught.
I cried out, welcoming more. I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to stay right here, in Andrés’ brutal hold.
He hit my g-spot over and over again, making pleasure build deep inside. My entire body tensed, my toes curling and my legs shaking around him.
“Come for me, sirenita,” he ground out, the order barely intelligible.
My body conditioned to come on his command, I let go. My orgasm claimed me with shocking force, ripping through my system in a vicious rush of ecstasy. My scream mingled with his wild roar, and his scorching seed pumped into my pussy, branding me with heat.
He drove deep one last time, holding himself inside me as he emptied his cum into me. Primal chemicals mingled in my body, easing my harsh rush of pleasure to something softer, cocooning me in tingly bliss.
Our shaking and spent bodies remained locked together as his lip
s crashed down on mine in a soul-searing kiss, marking me as his.
Chapter 19
Andrés was gone when I awoke the next morning. The warm glow that filled my chest dimmed as soon as I opened my eyes to find myself alone in his bed. My fingers searched the cool sheets, as though I could summon up his warmth somehow.
He’d held me all night after our mind-blowing first time together. He’d petted me and told me how beautiful and perfect I was. It had felt real. I’d felt… whole.
I didn’t like waking up without him beside me. I needed his touch, needed to be cuddled close after the intensity of what had passed between us.
I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest to ward off the sudden chill that clung to my skin.
Something was different. When I moved, the familiar sound of metallic clanking didn’t reach my ears. I lifted my fingers to my throat. The collar wasn’t there. I wasn’t chained to the bed.
Tears pooled in my eyes as an irrational sense of loss knifed through my chest.
Why hadn’t he put it back on this morning? Didn’t he want me to bear the mark of his ownership? The symbol of my devotion to him?
I took several deep breaths, telling myself that I was being unreasonable. My emotions were raw and exposed, and I didn’t like not having Andrés’ strong arms to cling to when I was feeling so vulnerable.
The bedroom door opened. My heart leapt, then sank to my stomach.
It was only Lauren, bringing my breakfast.
“Where’s Andrés?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Master Andrés doesn’t tell me about his business.”
Something ugly stirred in my gut when she called him Master Andrés. I’d never liked it, but this time it stung. I tried my best to ignore it and act rational.
