Dark Wish

The kiss is heady, needy, as though he’s been holding back all this time, and it ends just as roughly, as though he has to tear himself away with a roar.

Right then, he buries himself inside, and his warm seed fills me to the brim. I gasp as he presses another delectable kiss against my neck, his teeth sinking gently into my flesh as he falls apart. Even though it’s mere seconds, it feels like time is standing still as his arms are still wrapped around me in an almost sweet embrace.

I could almost, almost forget about the fact he robbed me of my freedom.

We’re both panting when he pulls out of me, and I hate that it leaves me feeling barren. He gazes at me, the look in his eyes changing from pure lust to unfettered indignation, which makes my lips part in confusion.

He spins me on my heels and takes off the nipple clamps, tucking them back into his pocket without even looking at me while I try not to hiss from the burning pain. He zips up again and adjusts his clothing while his back is turned to me. I pat down my dress as I fight the flush spreading to my cheeks. After all this sexual frustration finally boiled over in both of us, I didn’t expect him to finish like … that. It’s almost as if he regrets it.

But that doesn’t make sense. This is what he wanted … right?

He wanted to punish me with whatever means necessary, including sex.

Unless this was supposed to get me to talk.

“This isn’t going to work,” he says.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

He straightens his cuffs, his back still turned to me. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Now I truly can’t stop the red-hot flash from spreading across my cheeks. “I … I …”

“You don’t have to say it. I know the truth,” he adds.

I look away, embarrassed by my own desires.

“Don’t,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Do not feel pity for yourself.”

“I don’t,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But you did all of this to punish me, didn’t you?”

He turns away again and sighs out loud.

“And it didn’t work,” I add.

He suddenly marches for the door, so I say, “Wait!”

His hand still lingers over the doorknob.

Even though I hate what he’s done to me, how he’s made me yield to lust, I can’t fathom being alone again in this claustrophobic room. “Please … don’t leave me alone in here. I’m begging you.”

He opens the door again but falters halfway, his fingers digging into the wood of the doorjamb. “I cannot give you what you need.”

“I won’t ask you to free me,” I say.

“Then what do you want?” he says, licking his lips as he throws me a look.

I swallow. “Please, let me see Anna.”

He frowns. “You care so much about a woman you barely know?”

I nod.

His brows furrow, and he looks away for a split second. “Tonight.”

And then he waltzes out and closes the door behind him, leaving me to the merciless onslaught of my own devilish desires for a man I shouldn’t ever have let in.

Chapter 29

Eli

I blow out a few breaths and pace the hallway for a moment, contemplating whether I should put my fist into the wall, but I know that won’t do me any good. But so much emotion is swirling through me right now that I can barely control it, and it’s eating me alive.

Never was keeping a girl from escaping so difficult.

But more importantly … neither was making her submit and confess.

I guess that’s what you get for picking her yourself, for wanting more than you can bargain for. But I needed to have her. I chose her so I made myself a promise that I’d watch her until she’d sin, and then I’d swoop in to take her.

If only I’d known that not just my own lust would get in the way but that my own heart would be at stake too. That this obsession of mine would turn into something more than a carnal need for justice. I crave to punish her more than any other, and it’s making me feel things that I never thought I’d feel.

When I took over this House, I vowed to keep enforcing the rules and follow them no matter the cost, but my own desires have gotten in the way of that. And now I actually gave in to them.

I slam the walls with my flat hands, the pain a small reminder that everyone sins, even me.

I have sinned so badly that I can’t even think straight.

The only thing coursing through my mind right now is the unbearable need for more of those delicious lips as I kiss my way through the night while I bury my cock deep inside her. I want to hear her moan, listen to her beg, see her unravel in front of me.