Spin Devil

Snarling, he squeezed her other breast with his hand until she whimpered, her nipple taut and hard and ready. Shifting his attention, he drew the hard little pebble into his mouth and sank his teeth around it while he sucked. She screamed beneath him, a scream filled with pain and pleasure and loud enough to echo in the sky.

Sebastian felt drugged and out of control and for some unholy, sick reason, he needed to hear her whimper and moan, harder, louder, be it from pleasure or pain or both. God knows he, too, was feeling both. It was painful to touch her, painful to have watched others touch her, brutally so.

“You shouldn’t have let Jason touch you,” he breathed as he gazed down at her with hot, lustful eyes. Her lips were wet and swollen, and the amber specks in her chocolate-brown eyes glimmered like gold in the night.

“He asked me nicer than you did,” she said breathlessly.

Grinding his teeth, he squeezed her breasts so hard they could have exploded in his hands. “I’ve taken all the shit from you I can take. Now you’re going to admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you’re a fucking little bitch and all you’ve wanted is for me to fuck you.”

“No.”

“Say it, damn you!”

“What do you want me to say?” she screamed in desperation.

Growling, he moved forward so that his face was a breath from hers. “I want you to say you want this. I want you to admit you want me.”

She was panting hard beneath him, her eyes fevered and her lips trembling as she gazed up at him. The rise and fall of her breasts drew his eyes and he gazed down at them in ownership, at the red marks his mouth had left and the slightly indented marks of his teeth. Her creamy skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat and he ached to lick it…lick her everywhere.

There were so many things he wanted to do to her. And yet he couldn’t stand the pressure in his cock, the pain in his balls. If he couldn’t think straight, it was because every drop of blood in his body was settled between his legs and pulsing wildly in his cock. He ached to bury it deep inside her and fuck her until he bled from the effort.

“Please, Bas…” she whispered softly.

Pulling back slightly, he scowled down at her, furious at t

he way the plea in her voice tugged at his insides. He’d be damned before he let that tiny, pleading little voice of hers get to him. He’d be damned before she convinced him to switch from fucking her to cuddling before a fireplace and eating bonbons while they chatted the night away. All he wanted to do, all he’d ever wanted to do, was take her, claim her, fuck her. He was not stopping now, not even if that voice yanked at his heartstrings and strangled him with them. “I’m not stopping, Cleo. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine tonight.”

“You’re…hurting me,” she whimpered softly.

“I’m not even touching you.”

She shook her head, specks of runaway sand glittering in her hair. “You’re killing me.”

The hell he was. He framed her face with his hands and looked deep into her heavy-lidded gaze. “No. You’re killing me.”

Cleo clutched him tightly, fisting her hands in the thick mass of his hair. “Sebastian…”

He heard the need in her voice, low and clear and beautiful, and it robbed him of his breath completely.

There was a deathly silence while he slowly raked her face with his eyes, attempting to memorize those sweet, wholesome features which now, sweaty and hot and needy, were the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

“You want me.” It was a whispered statement, delivered with more confidence than he felt. His heartbeat seemed to completely stop as he waited for her answer.

It was just a breath but he heard it. Heard it while he watched her plush pink lips form the words he’d waited years to hear.

“God help me, I do.”

He’d dreamed of this moment. He’d dreamed of prim and proper Miss Cleo begging him to fuck her. In his wildest dreams she’d yelled, “Screw me, fuck me, you bastard, please!” but he supposed he would settle for anything. As long as it meant screwing, fucking, mating—her.

His lips crushed hers with shattering force, sending shudders all through her body in shock waves. A soft little whimper escaped her lips but the sound was barely audible as he muffled it with his mouth.

Behind them someone was coming, and coming hard, their shouts high and mighty as they reached their climax.

The sounds invigorated Sebastian, inviting him to seek his own release, release inside her, inside this woman—this reluctant little bitch. Feeling her pliant, soft body beneath his and the warmth of her skin seared him, burned his soul like a stake right through the heart.