Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

Her whimpering filled the silence of the room as he slid her panties down her legs. An arm lifted her by the hips as he wedged a pillow under them. He turned off the plug, and toyed with it a moment before coaxing it free.

“I’ve done this to you before. If you’re a good girl it won’t hurt . . . much.”

Her heart thundered in her ears, a

nd she felt light-headed. The lube he squirted on her and worked into her ass was unpleasantly cold, but she was grateful he was using any at all. He tugged on the collar around her neck. Would he choke her with it?

“Mila.” The sharp bark of her name brought her partially out of her panic. “Are you okay?”

She couldn’t answer.

Abandoning his position between her legs, he rolled onto his side. “Mila.” When he had her attention, he kissed her, his mouth seductive and teasing on hers. He kissed her until she kissed him back. “Do you need to safeword? We can stop.”

His blue eyes were so clear, so full of concern, she wondered why the man that she’d trusted so implicitly only a few minutes ago had suddenly seemed dangerous. It had to be the job making her paranoid. Criminal or not, he wasn’t dangerous. At least, not like that. Not to her.

She nodded. “No, I’m okay.”

“You’re better than okay.” He kissed her forehead. “But that’s not going to get you out of this.”

She groaned.

“This is a punishment ass fucking, so you don’t get to come.”

“What!”

There was the sound of a package tearing open. A moment later he moved on top of her and covered her with his massive body. “No coming,” he growled in her ear. “I mean it.”

“Nuh-uh,” she said, trying to buck him off. “You don’t get to put that pierced, tree trunk of a dick in my ass and not get me off. No way.”

“You can kick and scream and fight all you want. If you don’t safeword, it’s going in. You’re just going to hurt yourself.”

She struggled beneath him, and she felt him kneeling up between her legs, lining the tip of his cock up with her anus. Like a monster she fought, trying to flip over, kick, do anything she could to get away.

“You’re going to have some interesting marks on your wrists, sweetheart. You might want to settle down.”

“That’s not fair,” she complained, going still beneath him.

“You don’t want this to be fair,” he whispered in her ear. “You want me to take what I want. You want me to hold you down so you can’t get away, to shove my cock deep into this gorgeous little ass of yours.”

His breath tickled her ear and made her gasp, and he hummed in approval.

“See? You’re not even denying it.”

She didn’t have time to respond, because he started to push into her, forcing her body to stretch around his girth until the tip of his cock made it in. She panted through that part, her fingers wrapping tightly around the headboard, but she was so hot for him that even though it was still a bit scary and overwhelming, it barely hurt. It just felt . . . huge.

“That plug didn’t loosen you up at all,” he said tightly. She was too busy gasping to reply.

Slowly, he filled her, letting her ass feel every inch of him as he fucked his way in with short, patient strokes. By the time he was balls deep, she wished she had something to bite on.

A keening whimper snuck out.

“Shhh. Good girl. That’s all of it.”

Thank god. Although it felt as if he’d borrowed a few inches from a friend, or maybe he’d been pumping iron with the damn thing. It felt even bigger than she remembered.

He gripped the back of her neck in one hand and started to move inside her, sending flashes of aching pleasure shooting through her. It was like having an orgasmic toothache.

“I don’t like it,” she whined.