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“Did you want to?” He asked, gently pressing her shoulders until she lay back on the bed. “And don’t lie.” He added.
“I wanted to.” She nodded, laying with her body as stiff as a board, her knees pressed together.
“Why didn’t you then?” He sat beside her, dragging his fingertips down her torso, hips, and thighs. The featherlike touch sent ripples of need through her.
“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to.” She answered just as his nails dug into her thigh. She gasped from the pleasure. Why did she enjoy this so damn much? Wires in her brain must be crossed. Pain should not feel so damn good.
He leaned over her, bringing his face to hover right over hers.
“You were a very good girl today, then.” He lowered more, aiming for her breasts until his teeth plucked at her nipple. She hissed. He grinned. “Such a good girl.” He slid his hand between her thighs and yanked them apart. “Never clamp your legs shut when you’re with me or Garrick. Understood?” He brought his gaze back to hers.
She swallowed and nodded, unsure if she could get the sounds right to answer properly. Where the hell was all of this agreement coming from? Two weeks ago, she would have told him to fuck off if he’d said something so ridiculous.
Right? Wouldn’t she?
“Spread your legs for me and bend your knees.” He watched her legs until they were where he wanted them and maneuvered between them.
Pressing his body against hers, he brought his mouth over hers again. The thick rounded head of his cock rested at her entrance.
A moment of panic rose in her. She still felt sore and stretched from Garrick’s cock the night before, and Bastian was no smaller. But he didn’t give her any time to let her worry take root. In one hard thrust, he was inside her.
He swallowed her scream in his deepened kiss, holding still once he was fully embedded. She stiffened while her body worked to accommodate his thickness. The burn renewed when he pulled back and thrust forward again.
“Fuck.” He growled. “Your pussy is so tight, so hot.” He ran his hand over her stomach, slipping between their bodies. He squeezed her clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth. The discomfort melted away.
He pulled back nearly completely from her body, and lined up his gaze with hers.
“I want to hurt you, Ariella. But if you beg me not to, I might reconsider.” His voice was raw like he was using all of his energy to keep from doing exactly as he was threatening to do. Or was he promising?
She swallowed hard, unsure of what the correct answer was.
The left corner of his mouth kicked up. “You don’t want to beg me to stop?”
Ariella raised her hands to his chest, lightly touching him but not pushing. Not that she could shove him off, but she didn’t want to.
“No,” she finally said, pulling her knees toward her chest. His eyes rolled with the new position, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the pride she felt from being the one who gave him that.
“Then beg me to do it.” He pinched her clit harder, but not enough to deliver the heated pain she desperately needed. These men were turning her inside out. She had no idea where one sensation began, and the other took over. All she knew was she needed them both.
“Fuck me, Bastian.” She pleaded softly, still not gaining the confidence to do what he wanted.
“I barely heard you. Try again.” He lessened his touch on her clit and pulled back a fraction. His cock was nearly gone from her. She’d be empty.
“Fuck me, Bastian. Hard. Make it hurt.” She raised her voice. “Please. Make it hurt.” She widened her legs, making him grunt in response.
Moving his hand from her clit, hepinned her hips to the bed and drove into her with so much force the headboard hit the wall. He didn’t stop. Over and over again, he thrust into her. She cried out, but he slapped one hand over her mouth and nose.
She tried to suck in air but found it difficult. Only a small stream came through the crack between his fingers. His eyes met hers. Joy danced in his eyes, and she wondered if panic screamed from hers.
“You can breathe.” He assured her as he continued to fuck her, harder and harder still. He angled his hips, hitting her clit with each thrust. Her body pulled tight into a spring, ready to let lose any second.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned, moving his hand to kiss her, then slapping it back over again. “Are you going to come for me? Your thighs are shaking. Does that mean you’re there?” He twisted his hips again, driving harder and hitting a new spot that rocked her closer to oblivion.
She moaned beneath his hand, still struggling to suck in air. She could breathe, she told herself, but it didn’t matter because it was all in his hands. He could cut off her air entirely if he wanted to. This suffering, it was his decision.
The spring coiled tighter.
“Ahh, there you are, my girl, my sweet girl. Come for me now. Come hard for me.” He thrust again, his jaw tightening.
