Page 96 of Imprisoned

“No.” She pushes against my chest.

I catch both her hands in one of mine, pinning them above her head again. “Fighting only makes this worse for you,” I warn, my voice a dangerous rumble.

She struggles harder, arching her back to try and throw me off. The movement only presses her body against mine more firmly. I smile down at her, enjoying her performance.

“Let me go,” she demands.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Never.” The word comes out like a promise and a threat rolled into one.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. The demons in my head are quiet, focused solely on this moment, this woman beneath me, playing our dangerous game in the wilds of Brazil.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, teeth grazing along her neck. “Caught and claimed.”

She whimpers, turning her head away as if in rejection. But I feel her pulse racing under my lips—excitement, not fear. This is what we both want. Need.

I tear her bra with one rough motion, exposing her breasts to the moonlight. Her skin glows pale against the dark forest floor, goosebumps rising in the night air.

“Stop,” she gasps, pushing against my chest. “Please.”

I capture both her hands, pinning them above her head.

“You don’t mean that,” I purr, lowering my mouth to her breast, teeth scraping against her nipple. “Your body’s betraying you.”

She writhes beneath me, trying to twist away. “I don’t want this.”

“Liar.” I bite down just hard enough to make her gasp. “If you didn’t want this, you’d say our word.”

My free hand works at my belt, unfastening it with practiced efficiency. I kick my pants down, freeing myself.

“Look at what you do to me,” I command, guiding her hand to my hardness. “Feel how much I want you.”

She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold it firmly in place. “No, I can’t?—”

I silence her with a bruising kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as I position myself between her thighs. She fights against me, but her legs part further, contradicting her protests.

“You want to be taken. Conquered. Owned.”

“No,” she whimpers, but her hips rise to meet mine.

I push into her with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, back arching off the forest floor.

“Tell me to stop,” I challenge, holding still inside her. “Say our word, and I will.”

Her eyes meet mine, and her lips part, but “Babylon” doesn’t come.

“That’s what I thought,” I growl triumphantly, beginning to move. “Your mouth says no, but your body is begging for more.”

I establish a punishing rhythm, one hand still pinning her wrists, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Marking her as mine.

“Please,” she gasps, but what she’s begging for is no longer clear.

I capture her throat with my hand, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my palm. The power is intoxicating—her life, quite literally in my grasp. I apply just enough pressure to restrict her oxygen without cutting it off completely.

“Is this what you wanted when you ran from me?” I tighten my grip slightly. “To feel completely at my mercy?”

She can’t speak, can only slightly nod, her lips parted. The sight sends a rush of dominance through me that’s better than any kill, any conquest.

I lean closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “I can feel how much you love this. Your whole body is responding to me.”

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