My breath creates a semi-circle of dampness in front of my mouth. I focus on breathing and watching it grow farther and farther with each exhale. It’s the only reason I don’t jump out of my skin when his finger prods the tight circle of my ass.
I suck in a gasp and peer at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
The glare he returns is full of heat and dark promise. It sets my legs quivering and my heart beating hard. I swallow heavily but maintain eye contact.
“You’re tight, and I want to be as gentle as possible with you. I need to loosen you up before we do this.”
It takes me a couple of tries to get the words out. “But my ass? You want to fuck my ass?”
His devastatingly devious smile tells me I should have realized that the moment he volunteered to divest me of my virginity. “You want someone to fuck you, so I’ll fuck you. But since you’ve been misbehaving so badly, I’m not going to give you the pleasure of fucking your cunt, yet.” His gaze hardens. “And just so we’re on the same page. If I see you throwing yourself at Soo or Lucas again, I will strip you naked and dump you with my guards. They’ll more than make sure every single one of your holes are filled. Are we clear on that?”
I nod quickly, still watching him. He drops his gaze down my body, and then a stream of liquid follows. Oil, or lube, I think, since I can’t see the bottle, coats the seam of my ass, down my thighs, and even the top of my back as he rubs it into my skin.
I’m shaking, shivering. This is not what I wanted, not like this. The idea of him nudging me open with his cock and sliding it back there—I shudder again. It shouldn’t fill me with warm, sticky heat.
“You’re shaking. Is it because I threatened you?” he says from behind me.
He’s rimming that tight little pucker with his thumb, slowly working it inside with each pass. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m still scared. I’m not sure what I expected. Whatever hole he uses, it’s going to be the first time.
He lays his body over the top of my back, his face almost against my ear. When he takes my earlobe between his teeth, I jump against him, and he moans at the contact. “You brought this upon yourself, stellina. You acted like a little slut, throwing yourself at my brother. Now I’m going to treat you like one.”
A thrill settles in my nerves, an adrenaline rush with an oh so needy chaser as my body betrays me. I want him. Despite everything, I want him to touch me. I want my captor, and I think that’s the worst part of all of this. That I want someone who only sees me as revenge.
“I’ll make you feel so good,” he assures me. His breath is hot down the shell of my ear and onto my neck. “I’ll make you scream my name before the end. I promise you.”
Pleasure, I want, but I won’t scream his name, no matter how good it feels. I force myself to stay so still my muscles clench tight with sheer control.
“You have doubts,” he proclaims. I can hear the smile in his voice and glance up to meet his eyes. It’s nothing more than a wry twist of his lips, but still devastating.
He shoves upward, his focus already shifted to my ass again. I whimper as he inserts his thumb, carefully working the slick digit against my muscles. It still doesn’t hurt, and a slow curling heat is building in my core again. Damn, I hate when he’s right. I hate it all, hate how much a part of me craves him, how every nerve in my body reacts when he touches me. He makes me feel alive, more alive than I have ever felt before.
After a few moments of me regulating my breathing and trying not to whimper underneath him, he carefully adds a second finger to his probing. I exhale a gust of air onto the desk, and it clouds around my face in a halo.
“Doing okay, stellina?” he asks, seemingly from far away.
“Yes,” I croak out. Adding a nod in case he can’t hear me.
His dark chuckle tells me he did. He slides his free hand around my front, shoving my legs wider to delve his fingers into my pussy. A hiss escapes him against the center of my spine. “You’re soaked. So fucking wet, it’s dripping down my fingers.”
He renews his attention to my ass, this time adding a third finger. When I flinch away, he soothes his hand down my ribs. “Relax, just relax into it, and it won’t hurt. There you go. Let me prepare you so you can take my cock.”