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  “I wasn’t planning for this to happen yet. I’d only meant to get you here so I could learn more about you. But knowing you want me, and the fact that we share the same desires...” He used the back of his hand to wipe the wetness from my face. “That makes this so much better.” His finger traced over my lips and his face softened as he took me in. Yet, I knew his thoughts were nothing but dark. “I like you scared. Seeing you cry, beg me. And, even though you do so…I know you want me, Anne. You want this. And, fuck, I do too.”

  The pad of his finger moved over the middle of my bottom lip and pulled down. My breath was ragged as he held his attention on my mouth. Seconds went by while he seemed to be contemplating something. Brown eyes met mine with something even darker lurking just behind. If I had thought him unsettling before, I had underestimated the monster that prowled in the shadows. Perhaps it’d been there since the moment our eyes met, tempting me, subconsciously seducing me into what I knew we both shared.

  “Now that I’ve brought you back down, I’m going to lift you back up.” My hands went numb at the pressure he used against them. “I’m about to rip your desires from the darkest recesses of your mind until you know nothing but what we’ll share. The doors to your hiding place will now be unlocked and you’ll stay in there until it becomes your new playground. Fight me if you want, but you’re not leaving until I’m satisfied that you’ve accepted who you really are. If I let you leave at all, that is.”

  Had I assumed by his calm, new behavior that he was going to stop?

  Just as I thought to pull against him again, Michael spun my head toward the top of the bed. His body shifted higher on my chest, cutting off most of my air as he grabbed along the headboard and pulled a cuff attached to a chain from some hidden place behind the pillow. I screamed and jerked against his hand while my body prepared for what it’d always longed for.

  “Go ahead. Yell all you want, baby. No one will be able to hear you. Every inch of this apartment is sealed.”

  The restraint tightened painfully and he reached over, pinning me down more securely as he grabbed the other cuff. My arms were stretched across the width of the bed as he secured it. I thrust my hips, trying my best to dislodge him. Michael barely even moved. “Please,” I begged once more. “I don’t want to do this.”

  “Yes, you do.” He sat back, the majority of his weight resting on my thighs while he continued to study me.

  “I don’t. I told you, I…can’t.”

  “You keep saying that. Why can’t you?”

  More sounds came from my mouth as I continued pulling at the restraints. Could I get any wetter? Probably. The way Michael was sitting kept my legs closed against each other, making me all too aware how much I was truly liking this. “Because, I’m …” Tears blinded me as the anger surged. I couldn’t even say the fucking words. The cliff I was standing on went both ways. If I remained on the ledge, I’d be just as dead as if I submitted to what I truly wanted. Trust was key. Accidents happened all the time. Could I trust Michael not to go too far, because I knew I’d let him.

  “Afraid you’ll like it. Maybe too much.” Not a question, his voice was direct. The way he could read me so clearly left me fighting even more.

  “Please, I’m begging you. Let me go home and we’ll both pretend this never happened.”

  He laughed. “I already told you, you’re not leaving. You knew the terms when you walked through the door.” His hands came to rest a few inches from each side of my face. Slowly, he lowered his head down closer to mine, sending dark strands of his hair falling forward. “I like you. A lot. Don’t you want to see how good we are together? Aren’t you the least bit curious?

  To say no would be a lie—one so big that it might possibly be the biggest I’d ever told—but I said it anyway. “No. I want to go home. You’re wrong.”

  “Liar. Let’s see, shall we?”

  Michael’s weight lifted from my legs and he yanked them apart before I could react. His fingers rubbed against the outside of my panties as I twisted my hips to move further away from his touch.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet.” The lace was lifted from over my slit while he fisted the material, tugging it upward. The pressure from the gathered fabric rubbed against my clit. The moan that burst from my mouth echoed in my ears and even as I tried to move my legs away, I knew I was only making the pleasure more intense.

  “Oh yeah, you like this.”

  “No, I fucking don’t. Let go of me.” I could have kicked at him, but I didn’t. The lack of resistance was a sign of my surrender, and I knew it had to have been crystal clear to him. Fuck. My eyes closed and I became still. Acceptance was a touch away and defeat left a bitter taste in my mouth.

  In one jerk, he pulled my panties off, startling me. The palms of his hands pushed my thighs wide, completely exposing the most intimate part of my body. And, I let him.

  “Such a pretty pussy, all wet and swollen. This doesn’t hide the truth from me, Anne. You may say no…but it’s so clear to me what you want. I’m going to give it to you so God damn good.” He slapped over my clit, causing me to cry out. The pleasure, laced with the smallest amount of pain, had my hips arching for more.

  “That’s for lying to me. You’re going to learn real fast not to do that.” The fingers that began to trace up the sides of my folds left my heart racing. The closer he neared my clit, the more I tried not to move. I wanted to speed up the process. Have him teasing the sensitive bud until I was screaming through my orgasm. More pain shot to my core as he slapped against me again. “Fuck, baby, keep moaning. I think that’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.”

  Heat emanated from every inch of my skin as I looked at the hunger on his face. “Please.” My voice was so deep and seductive that I barely recognized myself. Michael looked up, his dark eyes appearing black under the excitement that covered his face. My word didn’t seem to change his mind. But I was past the point of saying no now. The resistance I had toward the situation was virtually nonexistent. If my mind could think past the fog of my arousal, perhaps the need to continue fighting would exist, but I was starting to not care. He could do anything to me, and I was almost positive I would bask in whatever he chose.

  “Please, what?” His thumb rubbed a circle around my clit. “Please introduce you to a world you could have only dreamed of?” He licked his lips. “You don’t have to beg for that, baby. I promise, I’ll leave you in one piece. You may be fucked past the point of walking, but you’ll still be alive come morning.”

  I pushed my hips downward, more turned on than ever. The tip of one of his fingers eased inside of my entrance while his thumb increased speed over my sensitive nub.

  “So fucking tight.” The words were spoken as he pushed in deeper. It’d been months since I’d been with anyone. Toward the end of my relationship with Liam, we hadn’t had sex. With all of his focus on the band, he didn’t come to me unless he needed something else. Like money.

  Another finger joined the first and I gasped as he stretched me wide. Michael reached behind my head and lifted, making me watch. The thrusts deepened. The moment his fingers reached their full length, he withdrew and slammed them back into me. I screamed as my core tightened even more. I was so close to coming, which surprised me. Usually I couldn’t find release unless I brought it on myself.

  “You’re going to feel so good around my cock.” Faster, he pounded into me. The slight brush over the top of my slit had me jerking my head back. He laced his fingers through my hair, pulling me back up. Tingling from the pain on my scalp increased my moans. “You’re going to fucking watch. See whose making you come. I’m not letting you close yourself off to this.” His hand pulled me even higher and my arms ached against the restraints.

  So many different sensations coursed through me that it was impossible to focus on only one. The mix of pleasure and pain strengthened as he pulled my hair even more. The twinges ran all the way to the base of my spine and tears clouded my eyes as my orgasm t
hreatened to explode. The sudden realization of what I was enjoying hit me hard and fear once again leapt to the forefront.

  “No.” I kicked out my legs trying to dislodge his hand, using the bottom of my foot to shift my hips to the side. His hand left my hair and locked on my throat.

  “Yes,” he snapped. “You’re going to fucking come and you’re going to love it.” He tightened his grip on my throat as another slap against my pussy caused my tears to spill over. Damn, it hurt so good. I moaned, turning my head to the side. Air was almost impossible to come by and the sudden lightheadedness made my lips tingle. Every part of me was alive.

  “God, Anne, even as your lips are darkening, you’re so damn wet.” His fingers pushed back into me and I breathed in deep as his hand left my throat. My body jerked as he brought my strapless bra down to my waist and pulled against the band. The arch of my hips increased even more, allowing him to breach deeper. “Look at me. I want your eyes staring into mine as I give you this gift.”

  “Gift?” I choked out, meeting his gaze. “You’re ruining me.”

  That damn smile shadowed his face. “We both know that’s not true. I’m setting you free. Stripping you of your fears. Put your trust in me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that, but I did the one thing I knew I shouldn’t. I obeyed him. Looked deep into the bottomless depths and felt myself become lost to everything but him. The pleasure suddenly became something more. Something so overwhelmingly blissful that I began moving against him.

  I swallowed hard, feeling the slight burn from his choking. Yes, choking was good, but I wanted, no, needed more. If I was going to be made to live out my darkest fantasy at least once, it was time I went all out. Throw caution to the wind and pray I came out of this in one piece. Or, healed.

  “More,” I whispered. “Give me everything you’ve got.” Even as I said the words, my eyes didn’t break from his. The dark brown irises almost disappeared as he narrowed his gaze. With a growl, he pulled off his pants and boxers, sending them flying off to the side of the bed. My eyes widened at his hard cock. Fuck. What had I asked for? He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. Longer, thicker. My breath quickened and I clenched my fists as he dove toward me.

  “You can’t take everything I want to do. I’ll promise you this, though, baby. I’ll push you past your limits and show you something you could have only dreamed of.” He leaned over, pulled a condom from the bedside table, and placed it on the mattress. Faster than I could process, nails raked down my chest leaving behind a path of delicious heat. I bit my lip, letting myself enjoy what I so desperately tried to deny. The adrenaline rocketed through my body, leaving me shaking from excitement.

  “I think you have it the other way around. Why do you think I’m so afraid? You say I can’t take it. I say, once again…give me everything you’ve got.”

  Caution darkened his expression and his eyebrows drew in. As he loomed over me, I watched and knew the moment he decided.

  “So be it.” Michael’s hand cupped over my mouth and nose and I screamed into his palm as his short nails scratched down my thigh painfully. Yes. I moved my pussy against the underside of his cock. Air was impossible to get the longer he held me on the edge.

  My head jerked to the side, desperate for oxygen, but he didn’t give in. His fingers traced over the sensitive skin between my breasts and I froze, even though the panic for survival was present. The raking sensation made a path over the top of my breast and then higher. Stinging erupted as he pushed down even harder, nearly breaking the skin. His hand was suddenly gone and burning took over my lungs as I sucked in a deep breath.

  “More,” I begged. “God, just fuck me already. I can’t stand it.” The tingling throughout my body was indescribable. My hands pulled against the restraints, desperate to latch on and bring him closer. How had I not wanted to do this? The welts had ruptured the floodgates of my cravings, releasing every desire I had ever dreamed to the surface, leaving them pouring free right along with the blood that was surfacing just under my skin.

  Michael slowly shook his head, but kept his captivated stare on the swollen marks. “We’ve only just begun,” he said lowly. His nails moved back between my breasts and down to my stomach. The soft brush of his finger circled around my bellybutton. Anticipation and fear sent my pulse rocketing as he moved lower. Pain raced toward my hip at the clawing and a small cry left me before I could stop it.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. His eyes rose to mine and the only thing I saw was…awe. Pure fascination. The love he had for what he was doing was evident. Something unknown took over his expression and I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but his hand continued and the appeal of what he was doing registered back on his features.

  My hips moved as his other hand caressed up my thigh toward my pussy. I sighed, closing my eyes. For minutes, he continued to caress my body, lovingly brushing over the wounds. When his touch finally disappeared, my eyes opened. As his focus came back to my face, his hand reached forward and latched onto my throat. I was barely able to suck in air as he gripped, hard.

  “I’m ready for you to come.” The contact of his fingers against my folds had my hips moving. “Yeah, you like this. Fuck, Anne.” His finger thrust in deep and began a slow steady pace. Again, tingling took over my body and I was amazed by his intuition. Just as I was ready to panic, he let go, allowing me to breathe. Allowing me to live…

  The steady grip on my neck remained, but never stealing oxygen. Michael had the knowledge and power. As we stared into each other’s eyes, we both knew who was in control.

  Another finger joined the first and my moans grew louder, continuously against his increasing thrusts.

  “There we go. You’re getting tighter.” His body moved up to hover over mine. One of his hands rested next to my head as he fucked me faster with his fingers. “I think you have to be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His fingers slammed into me. “Beautiful.” Again. “Marked.” Harder. “And, now, bruising from my grip on your throat.” I screamed as he lifted to his knees and grabbed my hair, slamming into me over and over. My orgasm blindsided me, stolen without any warning. Michael took what had been mine, forcing what I wanted to prolong, to come at his will. My legs kicked out at the intensity of the spasms while I continued to yell through the ecstasy.

  “Fuck, yes. Come all over my fingers, baby.”

  The muscles in my arms pulled and ached against his grip. I took a breath, coming down from my release. My head dropped as he let go and the weight registered. I didn’t have time to prepare for the assault of his mouth as he crushed it into mine. Sensitivity had me jerking as he eased out of my pussy and began rubbing the wetness into my slit. Propped up on his elbow, I felt his other hand slide under the back of my neck, squeezing, holding me as a prisoner to the brutality. And, I welcomed it. Opening, I met his tongue eagerly.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I have to have you.” His teeth nipped at my lip and he sucked my bottom one into his mouth.

  I watched as he rose to his knees and rolled the condom down his thick length. It barely fit, he was so big. I wasn’t sure whether I was more turned on or scared.

  “Free me,” I said lowly. “Please.”

  “Oh, I’m going to. Don’t you worry about that.” He lowered over me and I pulled at the restraints.

  “No. Free me from these things. I’m obviously not going anywhere.”

  Michael’s eyes narrowed. “I knew what you meant, but it’s not happening.”

  “Why?”

  His hand cupped my mouth. “No more talking. Just feel.” Pressure pushed into my entrance and I stretched around his thick length as he inched inside.

  “God.” He lowered and pushed his fingers through my hair on both sides of my head. The kiss was barely existent as he continued to withdraw and then fill me more. I moaned, arching my hips. Needing him to take me over completely. “Such a perfect fucking fit,” he breathed out. His finge
rs tightened, angling my head back. In one swift thrust, he buried himself inside of me. A cry exploded from my mouth at the depth he reached. Such a foreign sensation, but one that quickly became his as he began a steady pace. “You feel this, baby?”

  I screamed as he slammed into me.

  “You’re never going to feel anyone like you do me. I’m going to be all you know. When you’re daydreaming, I’m going to invade your thoughts, and you’re going to remember this right here.” Again, his hips slammed against me with force.

  “My cock, my cuffs, but most importantly, me.” He brought my head back up so I could meet his eyes. “You’re all mine, Anne, whether you want to face that fact or not. I’ve teased the thought of not allowing you to leave, maybe keeping you to myself,” he smiled, a malicious tint edging his voice, “but if I do allow you to go, you can bet whenever I want you, I will find you, and I’ll take what belongs to me. That, you won’t escape.”

  The threat should have scared me. All of this should have, but it didn’t. It excited me. Brought me that much closer to the orgasm that was building by the second.

  “More.” My order got exactly what I wanted. Michael growled and placed his hand over my mouth and nose. His arm pushed under my back while he held onto my shoulder for leverage. Over and over, he pounded against me, bringing both pain and pleasure. The sting against the inside of my thighs from the earlier welts raised by his nails felt like needles stabbing my skin. Air came in short spurts, just enough to keep me conscious.

  For the first time, I felt alive. Whole. In an element that I didn’t even know existed, but longed for. And…powerful, but in a way I couldn’t begin to understand. How that was possible with some stranger’s hand controlling my oxygen, I didn’t know. It didn’t make sense.