Page 73 of Pretty Little Threats

He drops my legs and comes down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me as he cradles my head, tugging my hair back until my face is tilted and I have no choice but to look at him or close my eyes. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me hide. The way he cages me in is almost protective, or maybe that’s what I want it to be.

“My pretty wife,” he murmurs, thrusting deep again and again.

I hate and love when he calls me that.

My whimpers get louder. The depths of his brown irises are so endless, it’s terrifying, but he holds my gaze, unwavering as he takes me higher.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he says, voice so low I don’t know if he meant to say it out loud.

I search his face, eyebrows pinching together, but the fingers in my hair tug a little harder, exposing my throat before I can think too much about what he said. His teeth trace over my neck, and I shiver in response, pussy tightening around his length. And then the beast bites me, holding me in place as he ruts into me until I’m nothing but a moaning mess beneath him. Controlling me until stars burst across my vision and his name tears out of me in a throaty cry.

Quickening his pace, Dare fucks me through my orgasm and into his, his hot cum spraying inside of me, shocking another wave of pleasure through my system. The tiny sounds I make keep his hips moving well past the end of his climax. His tip grinds over my G-spot until I wrap my legs around his hips and writhe against him, panting as I chaseanother climax, clinging to Dare as he gives me more, hanging on until another orgasm shudders through me, ripping the last of my sanity to shreds.

Dare kisses my throat as I scream, sucking the sensitive skin, leaving a mark of his own, but unlike the bruises from Eric and my dad, this one I want to keep.

twenty-three

ROSE

I wakein Dare’s bed again, sunlight softly filtering through the curtains. After we’d had sex, I fell asleep, exhausted from everything, and apparently, he put me where he wants me. I should be mad, I know this, but the ache between my legs and the fact that he’s brought me to his room twice now is almost amusing.

What a tangled web we weave. The two of us are on a collision course, and I’m not sure either of us can stop the inevitable destruction. This thing between us can never be love. It’ll only ever be lust and hate. That’s the way we’re wired.

With a sigh, I get up, wrapping his sheet around my body, ready to search for clothes. But Dare bursts into the room, the door smacking against the wall, probably denting the drywall and making me flinch. Dare, though, doesn’t even blink.

He prowls toward me, low-slung sweats revealing a tantalizing V shape that leads to my new favoriteappendage. His approach sends warning signals blaring inside my head, but I lift my chin, refusing to cower.

His gaze wanders over my face, focusing for too long on the bruises my dad left behind. Almost long enough to make me believe he really cares, but then his furious gaze lifts to meet mine.

“Where are you going?” he demands.

I look him over.How are his arms so big?

“To get dressed. You should try it.” Maybe if he was wearing clothes, I’d be able to think straight.

“Who said you could leave?” he asks, stopping in front of me.

Heart pounding at his proximity and the absolute fucking audacity of him thinking he can tell me what to do, I step into his space, my upper lip curling. “Last time I checked, I don’t need your permission.” With tension knotted between my shoulders, I shift to the side and walk around him, but his hand snakes out and grabs my waist, tugging me back. Stumbling with the sheet around my ankle, I fall onto the bed.

My pulse skips. “Hey!” I squeal, sitting on the edge and scowling up at him.

“I’m hungry, Rose.” He yanks the sheet aside and sinks to his knees.

Breath catching, I grasp the sheets, biting my bottom lip as he stares at my pussy like a man starved.

He’s not going to . . .

His palms slide up my calves and settle on my knees, wrenching them apart.Oh my god, he is.My throat goes dry as his hot gaze sears into me. A knowing smirk cuts across his face.

Dammit. Another power play.

“Why don’t you let me ride your face instead?” I ask, leaning toward him. “Or are you scared I’ll suffocate you?”

His hands glide higher until he can stroke both thumbs through my damp slit. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“You should be,” I warn, though when I arch my hips into his touch, I doubt it has the effect I wanted.

Damn him.

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