Damaged Queen (Darkness Within Duet 2)

You can’t deny that you want him.

She watched as he wrapped his fingers around his length. Her gaze locked on the action as he moved up and down. Each glide made liquid heat pool between her thighs.

Would it be so wrong to watch him? To see him complete?

“You want this?” he asked.

She turned her back, not wanting to know the answer herself.

When it came to Draven, her reactions scared her. She knew how she should react, and yet her body, it did different things. He stepped up close, banding his arms around her, stopping her from touching herself.

His cock pressed against the base of her back, and the warmth of him surrounded her.

“Are you wet for me right now?”

She stayed silent.

He chuckled against her flesh. “That’s okay, I don’t mind finding out for myself.”

She didn’t put up a fight as he teased through her folds. His fingers found her clit, touching her. He didn’t linger there for long, and she whimpered as he thrust two fingers inside her cunt.

“Now that is what I’m talking about.”

She gasped as he added a third finger and made her take it. “Fuck my fingers, Harper. Take them.”

Spreading her legs, she took them, doing exactly as he demanded and not complaining as he forced her to fuck them. He plunged inside her, over and over again.

She whimpered his name, begging for more.

As quickly as he built up her need for him, he took it away, pulling his fingers from her pussy. She watched him as he licked them, tasting her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You want to deny what I do to you, that’s fine. You’re not going to touch yourself all day. You can only touch yourself when you beg me to fuck you.”

“That’s not going to happen. You can’t do that.”

“I’ve got nothing better to do than babysit you all day. I’ll be sticking around to watch you.” He winked at her.

She couldn’t believe it as he climbed out of the shower.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To get dressed. I suggest you do as well.”

“Nothing can stop me doing this.” She put a hand between her thighs and stroked her clit.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the shower stall. The wet tile caused her to slip, but Draven didn’t let her go, dragging her into the room.

She fought him as he pulled her over his knee. His hands held her down, and she screamed as he slapped her ass.

Not once.

Not twice.

Repeatedly until she was weeping and begging him to stop.

He dropped her to the floor, and when she was on her knees facing him, he cupped her face. “I’ve got no problem playing this game with you. You don’t want to want me, fine. It doesn’t change the fact you do want me. You’ll always want me, and I know you can’t accept that.” He slammed his lips down on hers.

The kiss was bruising, brutal, nearly to the point of breaking skin.

“But don’t ever fucking think to test my strength like that again. You will lose, and next time, I won’t hold back.”

Her ass was on fire. “That was you holding back?”

“I don’t do anything by half, Harper. You should know that by now. I’m all in or not at all. Now, I suggest you change. We need to get some breakfast inside you.”

He let her go, and she watched as he pulled on some clothes.

She wasn’t willing to test him for a second time that day. She rushed around getting dressed into the clothes available to her.

“When will I be allowed my bag of clothes?” she asked. Harper missed her bras, her panties, her jeans, all of the clothes she had.

“When I say so.”

Draven left the bedroom, and she sat on the edge of the bed, shocked by what had happened. Her ass was still on fire, and she guessed there would be bruising there as well.

He’d not held back, or at least, she didn’t think he had. Her ass burned.

She didn’t have long for her pity party as one of the guards entered the room. He held a gun against his chest and didn’t even look at her.

Draven wasn’t joking around.

When he shot out threats, he intended to see them through.

Running fingers through her damp hair, she was tempted to dry it before joining him. Her stomach rumbled, and she changed her mind. Food would be better, even if it did mean sitting opposite a man who had her blood boiling.

She hated him and yet wanted him with what seemed like equal measure.

Did she love him? What had they talked about last night? Why was he in her bed?

So many questions that would remain unanswered because she had no intention of asking for them. Especially not from Draven.

The only way to keep herself together with him was to be around him as little as possible. It wouldn’t be easy seeing as she was in effect, his prisoner, but for now, she was going to try.