AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Pulling her into me, I pressed her hands against my bare stomach. My wet black boxer-briefs clung to my cock, revealing how hard I was, how fucking desperate I’d become to prove to myself that she was okay. She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t gone.
“You have no idea what you do to me, askim.”
Her fingers flexed against my belly as her gaze locked on my straining erection. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”
“No.” I shook my head, my heart swimming with black desire. “You don’t.”
Her gaze lingered on my mouth.
She sucked in a thin breath.
Electricity flared painfully between us.
“Show me then,” she whispered.
I stiffened. I did my best to let go of her wrists. “Not here. Not with the tourists so close and so soon after last night.”
“Last night was our wedding.”
“You were also rape—”
“Don’t,” she seethed. “Don’t ever utter that word again. Nothing happened to me last night apart from the most incredible thing.” Stepping into me, she coiled her arms around my waist, pressing her belly against my hardness.
I flinched and sucked in a groan. “Nerida...I’m warning you. I’m not in the right headspace to be gentle. You’ve infuriated me by putting yourself in harm’s way. You made me watch while you put your hand inside a horror show of teeth. You pushed me overboard for fuck’s sake—”
“So take that anger out on me. Show me how I made you feel.”
“Neri...don’t push me.”
“Aslan, give in.”
“Not today—”
“Yes, today.” Her hand wriggled between us and wrapped around my cock.
“Shit.” I buckled over, fisting her wrist again, trying to stop her but traitorously pressing her palm harder against me. “You drive me insane.”
“Show me.”
“I can’t. I refuse to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“In my current state, I can’t guarantee that.”
She trembled and bit her bottom lip. “Don’t you see what that does to me, Aslan? If you touched me, you’d know how wet I am.”
A stream of Turkish curses escaped me as my cock rippled with need. Her fingers stroked me up and down, my hold on her wrist not stopping her in the slightest.
This was torture.
Mental and physical torture.
I’d snap soon.
And when I did, I’d terrify her and prove just how much I was holding back last night. Just how much being inside her made all the dark and dangerous parts of me come out to play. I might strive to be better than what I was born to be. I might choose kindness over cruelty, but when it came to her...I forgot who I was supposed to be. I forgot all my promises. I forgot everything good and kind and became everything bad and nasty.
Clinging to my last threads of self-control, I grunted, “You have to stop, hayatim.”
