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I tried to hate him.
I tried to force into myself that bone-deep, soul-consuming, will-crushing hatred that usually came easily when it came to my marks, but with Bastian, it never stuck.
The cocky attitude and demanding behavior only made me want him more. I’d met a litany of men who knew what they wanted, but I’d never met a man who could actually take it.
That take-no-shit dominance drew me in like bait on the tip of a fishing rod, and that man I’d connected with and almost kissed when I was supposed to be spying on his family?
That was the side of him I wanted to hold me… after the side of him who forced me to serve him in front of a crowd fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked.
I had issues.
“Got it?” he repeated, his body pressing me against the wall, his hard cock digging into my back.
“Yes.” My moaned words parted my lips and he slid two fingers in my mouth before he returned them to my bare ass.
He tested me by reaching between us and stroking a slick finger against my slit.
I didn’t move.
His finger shifted to my clit, and he flicked it. The sharp pain nearly sent me forward, but I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to stay still.
I could almost feel his satisfaction unfurling.
“Good girl,” he praised.
The tip of his nose traced a path down my neck to my shoulder before he bit down. Hard.
Moving his hand back, he slid his thumb into my pussy, gathering my wetness, before he pushed it between my ass cheeks.
I stiffened, unused to the sensation as he used my own wetness to tease my backside.
“Never been touched here? You innocent little thing.”
His condescending tone should have pissed me off. Instead, it fueled my lust, and I needed the hate-fuck he all but promised me each time he provoked me.
He leaned down, plucked a melted ice cube from the bucket of ice, and slid it up my ass, the tip of his finger with it. I screamed out, shocked by the cold and his roughness, clinging onto him for strength.
He slid his finger deeper. “Are you on the pill?”
Oh, God.
This was happening.
Holy fuck.
I could hear the zipper of his pants lower, and I relinquished all semblance of control I had.
My heat melted the ice cube, and he used the wetness to slide his finger in and out, adding another finger until I gasped at the fullness.
My hands jerked, fighting the restraints, begging to touch him, until my lust ripped the panties binding my wrists. They fell to the floor in tattered scraps like scattered evidence in a crime scene.
I didn’t allow myself to question this.
Bastian slapped my clit again when I didn’t answer, his voice rougher and impatient as he repeated, “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes!” The word struggled to squeeze past my lips as I panted and rubbed my clit against his fingers.
His free hand latched onto my hair, and he used it to pull my head back until I stared him in the eyes.
