Page 77 of Compulsion

I’m starting to float, and black spots dance at the edge of my vision. My struggles grow more frantic as fear coils low in my belly. It snakes up my spine in a slow, slithering slide that makes me quake. My responses are becoming more primal, a true impulse to escape danger rather than a teasing game.

“You’ll never break me,” I manage to hiss through my constricted throat, and my fingernails dig into his wrist.

But his firm grip is unbreakable. The world is softening, sliding out of focus until the only thing I can see is his cruelly perfect face, split in an almost maniacal grin.

My fear morphs into a thrill that shivers through me. It undulates all the way to my fingers and toes, making them tingle as though my nerves are hypersensitive. My nipples are hardpeaks that rub against his chest as I writhe, and the forbidden stimulation is darkly erotic.

“No,” he agrees softly. “I won’t break you, my pretty pet. I like you just as you are. But I will tame you. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll kneel at my feet and worship me.”

It’s a threat, but his intense declaration mirrors what he said in my defense at the wedding.

Abigail is perfect just as she is.

With that sweet reminder, he slips past my defenses, and I start to soften in his ruthless hold.

Or maybe that’s the lack of oxygen flowing to my brain.

Darkness creeps in, gentle and alluring. I blink hard, desperate to keep his glittering eyes in focus. I don’t want to lose sight of him. I need him more than I need the breath he denies me.

His grip loosens, and euphoria floods my system. My body is weightless, and my mind is floating. He presses a tender kiss to my throat, and the gentle flutter of his soft lips is an intoxicating dichotomy with the ruthless way he was handling my body only moments ago.

A low moan issues through my parted lips, and my core pulses in a heavy throb that matches my racing heartbeat.

He grabs my cunt in one hand, grinding his palm against my clit as his fingers easily slide inside me.

“So wet for me,” he rumbles, dropping another featherlight kiss on my neck.

He strokes the sensitive spot inside me once, and my entire body convulses at the answering burst of ecstasy.

Then he withdraws entirely.

His weight no longer pins me to the mattress, but I’m limp, my mind still sapped by primal chemicals elicited by fear and lust. Adrenaline and oxytocin mingle in a potent cocktail, and I can’t gather my wits.

I barely manage to stir by the time he retrieves the tools for my torment from beneath the bed.

My eyes widen when I see the gag in his hand. Earlier, I’d thought it was nothing more than a sexy threat.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge, but it comes out as a breathy whisper.

I try to scramble away. I’m almost on my feet when he launches his bigger body across the bed. His arm loops around my waist, and he drags me back to him. I kick out at nothing and shriek my defiance. He pushes me onto my front, and his weight traps me again. His hand pins my nape, forcing my cheek into the pillow.

“I will do whatever I want,” he says, a cool statement of fact. “And you’ll take it for me like a good girl. I won’t hear a word of complaint.”

The gag appears in my line of sight, hovering near my face. I try to turn so that I can snap my teeth at his fingers, but his grip on my neck immobilizes me.

“No biting, pet.”

The red ball presses against my lips. I grit my teeth together and growl in staunch refusal.

His hand leaves my nape, but before I can twist away, his fingers lock around my jaw, applying steady pressure.

My mouth opens despite my stubborn defiance, and I taste rubber on my tongue as it slides so deep that I almost gag.

He buckles the leather straps tightly at the back of my head, and I struggle to draw in deep breaths through my nose to calm my mounting panic.

When I’m thoroughly silenced, his hand returns to my nape, gentler this time. He stares down at me with raw hunger tightening his square jaw. His other hand traces the shape of my lips where they’re forced apart around the gag. My sensitive nerves tingle and dance beneath his reverent touch.

I still beneath him, and my eyes roll back as euphoria soars through me once again. The sense of complete helplessness is the greatest release I’ve ever known. I can’t fight him. I don’t have to pretend to be stubbornly independent.

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