The Betrayal (Unbroken Raine Falling 1)

Driving his fingers deeper, he turned his hand and brushed his thumb over her pebbled clit, his heart galloping as she melted against him. “Am I a bastard now, precious?”

“No,” she whimpered and bowed her head in surrender. “Please…”

It was the singular most arousing moment of his life. God, she looked so beautiful, her dark hair spilling around his thighs, her nape exposed, her bare ass reddened by his hand. He fought hard not to roll her over, pin her to the bed, and shove himself inside her wet, snug cunt.

“Do you think I don’t know what you want?” Strumming her clit as she mewled so beautifully, he inhaled a ragged breath. “See, precious. I do. Now, who is the Master?”

“You, Sir. Please... You. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Christ, she’d sliced open her chest and shown him all the feelings she’d been holding inside. Unlike him, she had the balls to confess everything in her heart. His pride swelled at her courage, even as his heart seized. Maybe for this—for her—he could try to heal the past…but then he’d have to confess his greatest failure to Raine. Fuck, no. He’d rather have her idolize him from afar than loathe him to his face. Or worse, fear him.

“You’ll always have me, just not on your terms.” Unable to stop himself, he arched his hips, driving his steely cock against her soft belly. “I won’t deny that you make me hard when you’re naked and poised over my lap, your soul open and raw. But I won’t give you anything more. And you can’t demand it, as if it’s your right. Don’t pin your hopes on me, precious. I’m not good for you.”

Now that he’d made his point, he should pull away, set her on her feet, and send her out the door. But with the feel of her silken pussy clutching his fingers, making his cock scream in need, he couldn’t bring himself to dismiss her yet. Just a few more moments to savor her… It was unlikely he’d ever touch her this way again.

Calling himself a fool, Hammer squeezed another finger into her sodden cleft and found the bundle of nerves hidden deep within. He massaged the soft, sensitized tissue, his body stiff, breathing harsh, as her nectar spilled over his hand. “Do you want to come for me?”

Raine panted and nodded frantically, whimpering in desperate need. He felt her folds flutter as she tensed like a tightly drawn bow, her entire body humming.

“Please...Yes,” she begged. “I want it. So badly. From you.”

Probably every bit as badly as he ached to give it to her. But he had to do what was best for Raine. She needed a lesson about respecting the boundaries between them—or there’d be disaster in their future.

Steeling himself against her soft pleas, he withdrew his fingers from her sweet cunt. “No, you may not. That’s the punishment for your bratty behavior, your insults, your brazen seduction, and most of all, your blatant manipulation.”

As he set her on her feet, she cried out in frustration. He resisted the urge to growl along with her. But he couldn’t stop his gaze from sweeping over her naked body. Her glistening pussy, those red nipples puckering in the morning chill, her hypnotic eyes lost in sexual splendor, all tempted him. And he’d put that look on her face.

Swallowing back his desire, he stood and handed down the rest of her punishment. “You’re denied orgasm for three days, girl.”

Her jaw dropped. “You drive me to the brink of madness with those big fingers, then expect—”

“Yes.” He tilted his head, silently warning her not to defy him. Her mute stare gratified him. “Go pick up your mess in the dungeon, precious. We’re through here.”

Turning his back and dismissing her, he strode into his private bathroom, locking the door behind him with a ragged breath. Shoving his trousers off and flipping the shower on, he looked down at his angry cock throbbing—again.

Cursing, he leaned against the cool tiles. But now he had new fuel to add to his fire, the feel of Raine draped over his lap, her intoxicating pleas as she begged him to let her come. Squeezing his eyes shut, his mind filled with more images of her. Regretfully, he soaped up and began stroking his shaft once more, the distended veins and swollen head aching for attention.

It didn’t take long. His overloaded brain threw in a replay of her sucking his cock, and he was done for. Heart drumming, Hammer threw his head back and pressed his lips together to smother a hoarse cry.

Still panting, he washed himself, then turned off the water and wrapped the towel around his waist with a heavy sigh. Having to jack off like a pubescent teen, not once but twice, totally pissed him off. “And whose fault is that, dumbass?”