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“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,” I snap as I try to get down, but he stops me.
The thing about Rémy is he is not like any man I’ve ever been with. I’ve never let my guard down enough to let someone completely dominate me, but Rémy didn’t give me a choice in the matter. He demanded my submission from our first time, and I gave it to him. It was as natural as breathing. Old habits die hard, so when he orders me to hold myself open for him, my fingers twitch and I almost do. But instead, I lock my legs together. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake.
I’ve just made myself a challenge.
“Do you think you can resist me?” he mocks as he slides his hand around my throat and squeezes hard enough to cut off my air supply.
I control my reactions. I don’t panic. I don’t fight. I stare into those soulless eyes and wait for his next move. I might not win in this fucked-up tug-of-war, but I’ll be damned if I surrender.
“Open your legs, Sugar, or I’ll kill your little toy upstairs and fuck you over his corpse.”
I hesitate for a second, letting him see the murder in my eyes as he forces my hand. Because here’s the thing about Rémy: He’s a fucking psycho. He’s also a professional liar, and yet he has never lied to me, so if he says he’ll kill Maxim and fuck me over his corpse, that’s exactly what he’ll do. I spread my legs wide and hold them open for him, but I close my eyes so he can’t see my reaction.
He lets go of my throat, and I suck in a deep breath before coughing. “I can see his cum leaking out of you,” he tells me with zero inflection in his voice. I say nothing. What would be the point in lying when the proof is there for him to see?
After Maxim had finished fucking me, I tried to get up and clean myself, but he pinned me to the bed. This was the first time I was able to get away, and now I wish I had stayed exactly where I was.
I jump when I feel Rémy’s fingers pushing inside me before they curve and he drags them down my walls, making me shudder. It takes me a second to realize he’s trying to scoop out Maxim’s cum. He bends his head and places his nose against my clit. His breath tickles me, making me squirm while he breathes me in. His tongue flicks out in a barely-there touch, making me gasp. There is no way he can’t taste Maxim, but he seems completely unfazed.
He continues to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue. He never increases the pressure, never dips his tongue inside me. He continues to assault me in the most maddening way. He brings me to the edge before easing off, over and over, until I’m on the brink of breaking.
When I whimper his name, he stands up and shoves his jeans down over his ass and frees his cock. He yanks me off the counter and spins me so that I’m bent over it. He kicks my legs apart and surges inside me. I have to bite my hand to stop myself from screaming at the intrusion.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and fucks me roughly. There is no way I won’t be covered in bruises. Bruises I’ll have no way of explaining, which means it will be like what happened with Calix and me all over again. But my fear and heartbreak or nothing to stop the spiraling pleasure from wrapping its noose around my neck and tightening.
Yanking my head back, he stares at the mark on my face—the mark he put there. If possible, his thrusts get harder, faster, more punishing. I just don’t know if he’s punishing me or himself.
“I know they don’t fuck you like I do.”
“You know nothing.” I moan when he hits a spot deep inside me that both hurts and makes me see stars.
“I know you. Every fucking inch of you. These tits, this pussy. This ass.” He slaps it hard, making me yelp, then yanks out of me and spins me around, breathing heavily.
“You thought I would just let you walk away? I told you the last time—”
“I know what you said,” I snap. “What the fuck do you want from me?”
“What do I want?” His voice is low and filled with so much darkness that a sliver of fear works its way through my arousal.
“I want to destroy you.” He grins before he covers my mouth with his hand and picks me up.
He storms out of the room but doesn’t make a sound. The man is part ninja, it’s what makes him so good at what he does. It isn’t until he heads upstairs that true fear kicks in.
I start fighting, struggling in his hold, but he grips me tighter, not caring if he hurts me. He pushes open the door to Maxim’s room and stands there with me in his arms. I stop fighting, my chest tight, my palms sweaty. Maxim lies sprawled on the bed, fast asleep, the sheet tangled around his legs and just covering his dick from view.
I go rigid as Rémy walks us over to the bed. I shake my head, praying that he can’t be this cruel. But he’s Rémy. This is exactly who he is, and I can’t even pretend ignorance. It was his ruthlessness that attracted me to him in the first place.
He moves us to the empty side of the bed and bends me over it. I try to push back, but he holds me in place with one hand as he lines up his cock with the other.
“Please don’t do this,” I whisper my frantic plea.
“You took yourself away from me, but you’ll learn.” He thrusts inside me, gripping my hips and holding me in place as he fucks me.
Surprisingly, he isn’t as rough as he was in the kitchen. His aim isn’t necessarily to wake Maxim, though I doubt he’ll care if he does. No, this is all about ownership and Rémy’s realization that, just like I fell for him, he fell for me. It wasn’t part of the plan. In fact, we tried everything to keep our feelings out of it. But you can’t put your trust in someone’s hands and not expect them to imprint on you somehow. Especially people like us who don’t trust anyone.
I keep my eyes on Maxim and pray he doesn’t wake. I don’t need a witness to my humiliation. My primed body doesn’t care about the fucked-up situation. It needs a release, and when Rémy’s movements become erratic, I know he’s ready to come.
I tense when I feel his wet thumb at the entrance of my ass, and when he pushes past the tight ring, the burn is enough to send me falling over the edge into oblivion. I bite down on the bedding to keep from screaming, the intensity causing tears to run down my face.
