I tried to clench my thighs together, but the bulk of his hips obstructed me. He tsked when his fingers slid over my inner thigh and rubbed over the placket of my underwear.
“Oh yeah,” he growled. “You’re leaking through the lace.”
My face flamed with embarrassment and something dark, headier.
Need.
He stroked me over the fabric, the rough lace abrading my needy clit until a low, keening whine left my throat. He laughed at me.
“So needy,” he taunted. “So fucking desperate for me even when you can’t say the words.”
I swallowed the ones that rose to my tongue. He didn’t deserve the validation. He didn’t deserve me, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted this. His fingers, tongue, and teeth on me made so much more sense than anything else.
This could be goodbye, I reasoned.
This could be the end.
So, I gave myself permission to enjoy it––enjoy him––one last time.
“Tell me you want me, Bianca,” he demanded coolly as he swirled his thumb maddening over my aching clit. “Tell me you want me to fill you up and remind you who owns you.”
“You don’t own me,” I protested, but I was panting and arching into his hand.
“I do,” he argued, eyes flashing. “I own every goddamn inch of you.”
And then his mouth was on mine, still bleeding. The rich, iron tang of him panged on my taste buds and ignited a primal kind of hunger in my belly. Wet pooled fast between my thighs, leaking over his fingers like an overturned jar of honey. He growled into my mouth, curled his grip into the panties and ripped them savagely from my sex. Cool air wafted over my heated skin for a split second before his palm was covering me, clit to ass. He cupped me possessively then gave my pussy one, two, three short, hard slaps.
My groan burst out between our open mouths.
“Yeah,” he grunted, slapping my sticky sex again and again. “You need to be reminded who owns this cunt. Tell me, little thing, tell me who owns this pretty, leaking pussy.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, pleasure ricocheting through me with every little slap. I never could have guessed how it would feel for him to beat my folds like that. It was pain-tinged pleasure like nothing I’d ever known. “Fuck, Tiernan.”
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you,” he promised. “But I want you to beg me for it.”
“No,” I groaned, my legs shaking with the effort to hold still as his slippery fingers found my clit and pinched hard.
“Do it,” he hissed, plunging three fingers inside me. The stretch and burn singed through me. “Convince me you want me even half as fucking much as I want you.”
The combination of his pain-edged pleasure and the rough-sweet demands made my head spin. I didn’t know what was up or down, but I could feel Tiernan anchoring me to him, tethering me to the ground, and it gave me the security I needed to shed the last of my inhibitions and doubts.
At least for the moment.
“Do it,” I mocked him, eyes flashing up to lock with his glowing green gaze. “Fuck me into the carpet. Split me open and fill me up. Make me forget everything.”
“Everything, but me,” he growled victoriously. “Take my cock out.”
My fingers trembled as I obeyed. The click of the belt opening and the metallic rasp of the zipper then my soft gasp married to his dark rumble as my fingers found him naked beneath the trousers. He was so hot he nearly seared the delicate skin of my palms and my fingers strained to hold his girth.
“The thought of this pressing me open…” I whispered, head raised to peer between our bodies at his dick in my grasp. “I feel like I could come just from the first slide of you inside me.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Done with talk and play, Tiernan batted away my hand and gripped himself tightly before slotting his head at my center.
“So wet,” he muttered almost to himself. “So mine.”
I opened my mouth to protest maybe, or agree, but it was lost to a spine shuddering groan when he wedged his cock inside me in one smooth, slow thrust. At the same time, he bent his head to close his mouth around the side of my neck and suck hard, the twin pain of his bite and thrust cleaving the taut line of my building climax cleaning in two.
I broke apart.
Gasping.
Shuddering.
Almost panicking because it felt as though I’d lose myself to the sensation.
But through it all, Tiernan said, “Good girl. Good fucking girl taking my cock like that. Coming for me so fucking pretty.”
Through it all he was on me, holding me tightly, almost punishingly against his hard body.
In the same moment by the same man, I was both destroyed and reassembled.
Emotion chased the heels of my orgasm, surging through the empty cavities inside me ravaged by pleasure. My chest was too tight, swollen with feelings I didn’t understand. I hated this man, this monster who tried to use me for his own gains, who thought two orphan children were tools instead of bleeding hearts.