Page 16 of The Warrior's Salvation

"You want to rape me?" I swallow hard, sensing my eyebrows rising. What the hell am I getting myself into?

"Do you want to be raped?" The way his words rumble in this throat makes me shudder. He’s getting off on this, and it’s pushing buttons for me too.

"Of course not…" I can barely breathe. He turns me on so much, but it sounds to me like he wants things I have no clue how to give him or whether I even want them.

"Can I show you?" he asks, and I get the feeling I don't have a choice.

I nod, backing away. My hand fumbles for the door handle behind me as he climbs out and rounds the car. Before I'm even on my feet, he is there, hefting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

His grip is tight, unforgiving as he knees open the door to my apartment. He kicks it shut behind us and growls, "This is your safe word." And he drops the keys from his car into my hand. "If you want me to stop, you use it, understand?"

“Yes… keys…” I nod, finally finding my voice as he sets me down on the couch in my living room. "I understand," I pant out, still shaking like a leaf in his presence. This Lochlan is nothing like the man I've been with the past few days. He's predatory, primal, and I like it more than I should.

Then, before I can process what’s happening, my wrists are tethered above my head by his tie. Lochlan’s dark gaze meets mine, sending a spike of fear slashing through me. I tense, trying to draw my knees up, but his body presses me down, his hand reaching up the front of my shirt. This feels very much like a man having his way and not making love, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel. But I’m sure it’s not fear.

"Relax," he growls, though there's a calming underlying current in his voice. "I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop, you say ‘keys’. Got it?” His teeth sink into my neck, and I whimper as a flood of endorphins shoots through my body to my core. It makes my knees fall apart for him, my body arch into his.

The mixture of fear and arousal is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the hairs on my arms stand on end. The sexual tension thickens as he reaches for my shirt, yanking it open roughly and exposing my bra which he rips off without a second thought. His hands are everywhere, fondling, squeezing, prodding, and I find myself arching into his touches. My moans are low and needy, my back digging into the couch as he straddles me.

“Lochlan,” I moan out, unsure whether it’s consent or a plea for him to stop. Maybe a bit of both.

When he backs away and jerks my slacks off me without even unbuttoning them, I hear the fabric tear and gasp. My feet lash out and kick at him unintentionally, and he grabs me by the ankles and pins them to the bed with one knee.

“That’s it. Like that,” he purrs as he carefully unbuttons his shirt.

“Feck,” I hiss breathlessly. He wants me to kick him? I don’t know what’s happening.

When he’s shirtless, I find myself staring at the perfect six-pack he’s carved for himself and for a moment, I’m speechless. Before I can gather my thoughts, Lochlan has loosened his pants enough to free his hard length. My eyes widen when he grips himself, stroking once… twice… and a third time before he shoves his pants down and kicks them off.

“Stay off me,” I whimper, sounding more timid and afraid than anything else. He eats it up.

“And if I don’t?” he asks as he crawls across the bed, wrestling my squirming legs to the mattress. He spreads my knees wide, pressing them to the bed on either side of me, exposing my core to his hot breath.

“I… I’ll…” I’m supposed to fight this? But fuck, I want it. That mouth on my core. I want him.

“You’ll what? Say it.” Lochlan leans down and bites my clit. Literally bites it until I’m hissing and yelping. My hips buck upward and I writhe.

“Fecking stop it!” I groan, not at all meaning it, but the more I fight him, the better it gets. I jerk at the restraints, try to unpin my knees, but he’s so strong. “Don’t do that. Stop!” My shout makes him chuckle.

“Precious,” he says, blowing a steady stream of breath over my moisture, which makes me shiver.

“Mother of God, get off me.” This time, when I jerk my hips upward, my pelvis knocks into his face and he smirks, wiping my juices off his chin. His hand comes down in a hard slap to my core. It stings and then burns, and I gasp and suck in a breath.

“Cuss at me,” he says, crawling closer, stroking himself.

“Feck you,” I hiss, playing his vixen. “I hate you and your damn dick. Let me go, Lochlan. Feck off.”

“That’s more like it.” He grins, positioning the head of his dick against my slick entrance. “Now, let’s try this again.”

“No,” I start to say, bucking my hips from side to side. I writhe so violently that he has to stop stroking himself to hold me down. It’s hot, and it makes the way he glides through my moisture even more arousing. I’m so turned on, I could explode as soon as he’s in me.

“Yes” he growls, sliding in just the crown and then retreating. My entire body stiffens, arches upward to meet him. “You want more, don’t you? Admit it. Or do I have to prove it to you?”

“Get the feck off me,” I pant out, shaking with desire and a need I don’t understand. He smirks knowingly as he shoves his length deep inside, balls to cunt in one powerful thrust, and I scream from the sudden invasion.

“Christ,” I moan, tugging on the restraints again before giving up and allowing him to set the pace. His hand comes down on the side of my ass, and I whimper, almost blurting out my safe word, but not quite ready to end the pleasure. I teeter on an edge I never thought I’d see between blinding pleasure and terror, and when his hand wraps around my neck, my eyes shoot wide open.

“That’s a good girl,” Lochlan says, rewarding me with a smack to my behind that sends bolts of electricity straight to my core. “Say something really nasty to me.”

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