Page 39 of Bonds of Pain
“This little game doesn’t mean anything,” she huffs.
“Easy to say when you know you’re going to lose.” I slide my palm under her thigh, lifting it high so I can sink deeper inside her. Maya squirms beneath me, caught in the clash between instinct and rebellion. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers in a slow tease before biting at her bottom lip again. “But keep fighting if you want—just know I’ll enjoy every moment of it.”
With each thrust, I push her closer to that precipice where pleasure collides with anger. The way she tenses around me tells me she’s on the edge, just one more shove and she’ll tumble over into bliss.
Her pupils are blown black from compelled pleasure, but that doesn’t stop her eyes from narrowing in determination.
Her eyes narrow in determination as she fights to maintain control. “I won’t give in to you.”
“Good.” I press harder against her neck, relishing the soft pulse beneath my fingers while using my weight to pin her down further. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I angle my hips to strike that perfect spot inside her, the one whose location I’d made a point of finding and memorizing during the frenzy of her heat. Her entire body tenses up in reaction, every muscle shivering with the fight she is waging with herself.
Every inch of her screams defiance while simultaneously pleading for release. The contradiction entices me more than anything else ever could.
“Fifty seconds left,” I taunt, savoring how close we are to breaking points—both of us.
She bites back a moan as I thrust again, more forceful this time, eliciting an involuntary gasp from those perfect lips. Her body shifts slightly under mine; that’s all it takes for me to know she’s teetering on the edge.
“Don’t think about how good this feels,” I whisper against her ear before licking a line up to her temple. “Don’t think about how much you want to be filled up with my knot.”
I feel her body shudder beneath me, her resistance weakening with each calculated thrust. Maya’s eyes flutter closed momentarily before she forces them open again, determined not to give me the satisfaction.
“Forty seconds,” I whisper against her ear, my voice husky with desire. “Your body’s already surrendering even if your mind won’t.”
She turns her face away, but I catch her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. The mixture of defiance and unwanted pleasure in her expression is intoxicating.
“I hate you,” she breathes, but there’s a tremor in her voice that betrays her.
“Hate me all you want, princess. Just say my name when you come.”
I adjust my angle, hitting that perfect spot that makes her inner walls clench around me. A small, strangled sound escapes her throat—not quite a moan, but close enough to tell me she’s fighting a losing battle.
“Thirty seconds,” I taunt, maintaining my rhythm. “Think you can last?”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, breaking skin. The sharp sting only fuels my determination. I drop my head to her breast, taking a nipple between my teeth and tugging just hard enough to make her arch beneath me.
“Fuck you,” she gasps.
“You already are,” I counter, smirking against her skin. “And you’re loving every second of it.”
I snake a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb and circling it mercilessly. Her thighs begin to tremble, and I can feel her control slipping away like sand through fingers.
“Twenty seconds, Maya. Say my name and I’ll let you come.”
Her eyes flash with renewed anger. “Never.”
The challenge in her voice sends a surge of heat through my veins. I increase my pace, driving into her with controlled force while keeping my thumb working against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ten seconds,” I growl, feeling my own release building. The tightening of her inner muscles tells me she’s right there with me, hovering on the precipice.
Her breathing comes in short, desperate pants. Sweat glistens on her skin, her purple hair splayed across the pillow like a royal crown. Even in her defiance, she’s magnificent.
“Five...”
Her eyes lock with mine, a silent battle of wills.
“Four...”
