Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

My screams of protest and yearning for aid drowned in a sudden flood of tears. I sobbed as he pulled my arms behind my back and pinned them there with one hand. As he fisted a hand in the back neck of the button-up I wore and wrenched it off my body with a single brutal tug.

“You’re my possession to use as I please,” Alexander ground out as he placed a knee over my captured hands in order to unzip and pull open his pants.

I was mindless, my gut instinct to fight and flee triggered so hard that there was no use for my thoughts, no bias in my heart. Only the sheer terror of being captured remained and so I struggled on, bucking my hips to dislodge him.

I failed.

Freed from his trousers, he laid his hot, heavy body against mine once more only this time, the steel length of his cock nestled between my buttocks.

He panted in my ear as he ground his hips into my ass. “I’m going to make you take every inch of my cock. You can pretend you don’t want it. That you didn’t know somewhere in the darkest corners of your mind that this moment was coming and that you were not secretly looking forward to it, but I know different. You’ve longed for it.”

“You’re a psychopath,” I grunted as I tried to wriggle away from the increasingly delicious friction of his dick sliding over my sensitive skin.

“Whatever else I am, I am always your Master,” he said as he canted his hips lower and spread his legs so they pushed mine farther apart. “You can scream, Cosima, and know that no one will come for you.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the air was punched from my chest as he thrust forward inside me.

Searing pain erupted through my core. It felt as if someone had ripped out the seams inside my body, and I fractured from the pain of it.

My virginity was gone. Crushed under Lord Thornton’s expensive heel just as he’d foretold.

I sobbed against the cold floor, my tears pooling hot and slick under my cheek. He was still inside me for one blessed minute, my flesh protesting around his girth and clamped tighter than a shaking fist around his length. I could feel his heavy breath, the low rumble in his throat as he slid out, paused, and then pushed back inside. My whole body shuddered at the alien feeling.

I wondered dazedly if this was the point when prey gave up to their predator, when they first drew blood with talons or teeth or cock and it seemed senseless to fight anymore.

Vaguely, I was aware of Alexander’s harsh breath in my ear, the rough glide of him in and out of my torn pussy.

“I won’t have you lie there like a broken doll so you can convince yourself that you don’t love the feel of me inside you,” Alexander gritted out before hauling me to my knees and then tipping my hips back against his own as he thrust.

I gasped, my head falling back onto his shoulder as one of his hands arrowed down to my clit and pinched it between his knuckles. In this position, the head of his dick pressed against something inside me, nudging and nudging until click. Something flared to life inside me, a heat that burned low and slow through my entire body.

“That’s it,” he said, sinking his teeth hard into the junction of my neck and shoulder, twisting his fingers over my clit, fucking me so hard it hurt. “Take your Master’s cock.”

God, but it hurt. It hurt like an aching muscle being painfully worked with strong fingers, an edge of pleasure to the pain that made my scalp prickle and my spine bow.

“I am the only one who will ever touch you,” he growled into my sweat dampened nape as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “I am the only one who will ever hurt you.”

His hands met at my breasts to ruthlessly twist my nipples. “Can you hear how wet you are around my thick cock? Sink into the pain, topolina, and you will find all the pleasure I have to give you.”

I stuttered over my breath, my hips tipping farther to accommodate his girth between my legs. The mad slap of flesh rang out through the empty chamber, but the wet suck of my pussy grasping at his cock was more intimate. It was impossible not to agree with his ownership of me when he was deep within my body, cradled by the most intimate parts of my flesh.

The pain was transforming in my breasts, burning from a flash flare to a low-grade smolder that sent smoky tendrils of lust curling down my spine over my hips and into my sex.

I didn’t understand the strange alchemy, how pain could evolve from plain hurt into golden desire. It set my teeth on edge even more than the sensation of being shackled to the floor like a dog.