Page 73 of Blood & Throttle
“Keep mouthing off, Stray,” he breathes, voice rough against my throat. “All you’re doing is begging me to break you in.”
I don’t get a chance to answer.
Because his hand slides between us and unfastens his belt with a brutal kind of precision. There’s nothing slow about it. Nothing gentle. He gets his cock out, thick and hot and already leaking at the tip, and without warning—
He slams into me.
Hard.
I cry out—raw, loud, unfiltered—and he swallows the sound with his mouth, tongue forcing mine into submission as he thrusts deep and fast, every motion like he’s trying to bury himself so far inside I’ll never be able to think straight again.
And maybe I won’t.
Becausefuck, he feels good.
Thick. Veiny. Stretching me to the point of pain—and god, Iwantthat pain.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so he can watch my face as he fucks into me, rough and punishing.
“That’s it,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple, his eyes locked on mine like he’s trying to memorize every twitch, every gasp. “Look at you. Look what I do to you, Little Stray.”
My nails rake down his back, dragging red lines across his skin, desperate to hold onto something, anything, as the wall behind me trembles with each brutal thrust.
“I hate you,” I whisper.
He grins, wicked and breathless. “No, you don’t.”
His other hand slaps up under my thigh, holding me tighter, deeper and forcing my legs to spread wider, to take more of him.
“I think you like being owned,” he growls. “You like when I make you scream.”
“I’m not—”
He fucks into meharder, cutting off the words with a sharp snap of his hips.
“What was that?” he growls, breath searing hot against my lips. “Still not mine?”
I gasp, eyes fluttering shut, overwhelmed. The pressure building inside me isunbearable—a slow, molten climb with no air, no mercy.
“No,” I lie. “I’m not.”
His pace turns savage.
Relentless.
Every thrust bruises. Every thrustclaims.
“Say it,” he snarls, his voice breaking apart, deeper now, almostdesperatein its fury. “Say you’re mine or I’ll fuck you until you’re shaking and still won’t let you come.”
I choke on a whimper, my fingers digging intothe back of his neck like a lifeline. My thighs quiver around his hips. I’m close,so closeI feel like I’ll shatter.
“Say it,” he commands again, voice ragged, biting at my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “Say it, Little Stray. Say you’re mine.”
That pushes me over the edge.
Breaks me open.
I scream it, raw and loud, chest heaving, heart pounding out of control.
