Page 44 of A Worthy Opponent
“Every time.” The truth bursts from me before I have a chance to call it back. “I didn’t want to but… Every single time.”
“Mmm.” Another of those slow licks. “You have a favorite?”
My favorites are all more recent, all involvingme. “You and Alaric,” I gasp. Alaric is one of the few switches on staff at the Underworld. “I love watching you top him.”
His dark chuckle curls my toes. “Dirty girl. It’s a shame he’s traveling for the near future. I suppose you’ll have to do with Gaeton as a substitute.” He glances up. “You really do want to watch me take his ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.” It’s not even a question.
“I’ll give you everything you want, beautiful girl. Everything you need.” He moves before I have a chance to register his plans. My view goes topsy-turvy as he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. I curse, but he just laughs and smacks my ass. “I’m not interested in having in him in bed with us right now, though. Tonight is about us.”
Us.
How can he disarm me with a single word? It’s not fair,but I can’t quite manage to dredge forth anger as he dumps me onto the bed, careful that I don’t land on my bound arms. Hook flips me onto my stomach and catches my hips to drag me to the edge of the mattress. He kicks my legs wide, the height of the bed ensuring I can barely touch the floor, and palms my pussy. “I’m taking what’s mine now.”
“Can’t take something I served to you on a silver platter,” I grind out.
His laugh licks up my spine. “True enough.” A crinkle of a condom and I turn my head to the side to watch him roll it over his cock. He doesn’t give me a show; he’s too intent on our destination. He notches his cock at my entrance and that’s the only warning I get before he plunges deep, sheathing himself to the hilt.
I whimper, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust. He palms my ass, squeezing and spreading me, and making a faint growling sound as if he can’t help himself. “The things you do to me.”
Something goes melty inside me despite my best efforts. I’m not evendoinganything, and he’s so fucking undone by me. Hell if that isn’t as intoxicating as any drug I’ve ever tried. More, even.
He leans over me and gently guides my face to the other side. I see his intention immediately. From this position, the mirror gives a perfect view of us. He hasn’t taken off his pants, and the sight of him partially clothed against my nakedness and rope does things for me. It does a whole lot.
He pulls out almost all the way and slams into me. This time, there’s no stopping, no slowing down, no checking in. He’s sure of me. He damn well should be. I’m on my toes, trying to angle my hips to take him deeper, trying to move with his thrusts, trying to doanythingbut simply take it.
Impossible. I’m immobile and held steady by his big hands on my hips, by his ropes binding my upper body. Thethickness of them rubs against my skin with every rough stroke, a slick slide that has me moaning almost as much as the feeling of his cock stretching me.
“Jameson.”
“That’s right, beautiful girl. See me.” There are layers to his words, depths I’m afraid to sink into for fear of drowning. This should just be fucking, but it doesn’tfeellike only fucking. It feels like he’s reached into the very core of me and now he’s pulling out bits and pieces with every thrust, exposing the weak and terrified part I keep hidden.
My throat burns, and my eyes go hot. What the hell is happening to me? “I don’t… I can’t…”
“Let it go.” His soft command lashes me with more finesse than any flogger.
I come with a sob. I fight the orgasm the same way I fight the bindings, but the struggle only seems to make the pleasure go higher. The last shudder works through my body as Hook carefully turns me over and sits me up. He studies me, his dark eyes seeing too much. Theyalwayssee too much.
I think I’m crying. I can’t be certain. I can’t be certain ofanythinganymore. My gaze drops to his still-hard cock, and for some reason that makes the horrible heat clogging my throat so much worse. “You didn’t come.”
“Not yet.” He frames my face with his big hands and strokes away my tears with his thumbs. I try to pull away, but he holds me immobile. “Tears don’t mean weakness, Tink. Even if they did, there’s no shame in weakness with those you trust.”
“You’re assuming a lot,” I whisper.
“No, I’m not.” He moves onto the bed and pulls me onto his lap. I hate that I feel self-conscious on top of everything else, which only makes my emotional response that much stronger. I can’t stop the tears. I can’t even use my own hands to wipe them away.
I can’t do this.
Why did I think I could do this, that anything would be simple with Hook? He’s always asked too much, demanded I act against my instincts. Defend. Run. Hide. He won’t let me do any of it. If I wasn’t a goddamn coward, I’d let him as close as he seems to want to be. I would see this sham of a marriage as a chance to maybe have something I’ve wanted since I was a kid, a burning desire that has been used against me time and time again. I might even love this man with his wicked charm and wounds that are far too similar to mine.
But I am a coward.
“Pirate,” I gasp.
He’s moving before the word is completely out of my mouth. I can’t see what he’s doing but then the bindings are gone, and I suck in a breath as if I’m drowning. Hook yanks the ropes away from my skin, and I can barely process that hecutthem before he’s wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
“Take a slow breath, Tink. Deep inhale, deep exhale.” Hook wraps me in his arms, and even though every part of me wants to run, to put as much distance as possible between us, I can’t do anything but sit there and shake. And cry, goddamn it, because I never stopped once the first tear fell.
