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He plants a hand on the counter, spreads his long fingers, and leans his chest against my back. I’m pinned, bent over, held beneath his gladiator’s body as he leans over me.
Against my back, his heart is pounding so strongly that I can hear it tangling with the sound of mine. Without any warning, his other hand slams into my right butt cheek, stinging me through my jeans.
My eyes flare, my body pulses with pleasure. I bite into the gag. “God bless,” I mutter breathlessly.
His eyes darken until I barely recognize him. “I’m not going to be soft and loving with you tonight.” He jerks his shirttail out of his pants. “It’s not because I don’t love you.”
The line of his mouth hardens but he doesn’t look away.
Earth crashes to a halt as shards of glass pierce my heart. They filet me open as he watches. Leaving me shaking and raw as I stare at the man who has wrecked me so many times in so many ways.
I fight hard to try to hold back confused tears that want to rise to my lashes.
He speaks next in a dark, commanding tone that drives a nail in my coffin. “I’m going to be rough with you because I do love you.”
The cords along the sides of his throat stand out. His voice grows rougher. “Because I can’t take seeing or thinking about another man with you.”
He wraps his hand around my jaw, those big, calloused fingers forcing my eyes to hold his in the mirror. “I’m not a gentle man, Carra. I might have been once, but now I’m a lion, and any man that gets near you is going to be my meal.”
Inside my chest, a shaky moan forms, squeezing through the slices on my heart. Oh god. Damn you, Kieran McGregor.
His fingers bite into my skin as he jerks open the button on my jeans. He shoves the denim down over my hips. Then he goes stone still. His deep growl flutters over my skin as he stares at my exposed bottom.
I know what has him frozen. It’s the delicate white lace thong. He’s seeing me in something racy for the first time.
He curses. Mutters something guttural and foul. Then he slips a powerful finger under the fabric and tears it from my body.
The ripping sound is shockingly loud. The tearing lace stings my skin forcing me to gasp behind the gag.
His eyes jump up and drill into mine in our reflection. This is Kieran in beast mode. He’s never looked more dangerous or hotter than he does right now.
My body reacts explosively. The acute awareness, a deeply primal fear, is wrapped up with unleashed arousal. It’s the most potent sensation I’ve ever felt.
As he slips his hand in front of me and between my thighs, I pant and try to stay upright. I’m literally on fire for his touch. I want to beg, but with my mouth gagged, I have to use my eyes to show him how much I need him.
When he pinches my clit, I groan wildly. My body ripples uncontrollably. My breath is jagged, flaring my nostrils over and over.
In the mirror, the woman in front of me is glowing, blushing, wide-eyed, wild, and more fucking beautiful than ever before.
This is the woman he makes me.
The woman who wants her captor—her arranged husband—when she should hate him. When she should be running for her life.
But no.
Here I am.
Afflicted with a sickness for which there is no cure. Begging him with my eyes and my body’s movements to take more from me. To leave me more shredded than he already has. To break me down and build me back up.
Kieran shifts behind me, positioning his cock between my legs. The length of him rubs along my wetness, hot, pulsing, and hard as a steel rod.
I’m desperate now. Lost and uncaring. I want to press back onto him, but he roughly holds me against the vanity counter.
Burning me with his gaze, Kieran makes a throaty sound. Then the man says a single, scorching word. “Mine.”
With a powerful thrust, he shoves into me.
One hard, fast stroke and he’s home. I scream against the gag. The pleasure pain seals my breath and tightens my body from head to toe.
