Page 59 of Crushed
“Yes,” I whispered. He lifted my chin, making me look him in the eyes. “Did you like what we did tonight?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Tell me the truth.”
The truth was heavier than that. No matter what it was—the forced masturbation, the caning, even the water torture—all of it made me feel like I needed him. Like there was no way I could survive beyond what we were doing right then, unless he would be there in the end.
“I never thought of myself as someone who would like that stuff,” I admitted. “But you’ve shown me that I love it. That it frees me in a way I never thought possible.” I stepped closer, warming at his body pressed against mine. I grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers. “You free me.”
He studied me for a moment, his green eyes searching mine, to see what lay hidden beneath the layers. I had to make this right. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was done reasoning with myself. I wouldn’t hurt Cormac. I refused to. I would tell Issac that the deal was off in the morning.
With a hand gripping the chignon and another holding my ass, Cormac pulled me into a kiss, deep and unforgiving, while moving me back into his room. Once we were closer, he used the bun to force me forward, faced down on the bed. He pulled off the dress and unbuttoned his shirt, watching me as I lay sprawled out on the mattress. I touched my hair, trying to search for the tiny vial clip, but he twirled me around to face him, and the vial dropped to the floor.
Once he was naked, his muscles flexing and his strong jaw set on me, he shoved me forward until I was lying down on the bed. Those dark green eyes penetrated me. He pulled my legs next to his ears, and he thrust his cock inside of me in one easy swoop, deeper than ever, making me moan, making me ache and feel good at the same time. He grunted, his thrusts deep and cathartic, making me submit with his cock again and again.
His hands raked my body, his nails digging into my flesh, marking me, and I softened more, letting him dig and cultivate and transform me into something new. I wanted to be his, all his. The pain and the pleasure could do its worst, because I would still be here, lying beneath him.
He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my legs until I was at the end of the bed. He fucked me from behind, using one hand to reach around and grab my clit, the other to pull my hair. I reached down as much as I could, trying to play with his balls, but he fucked me harder and harder until I could only hold myself up. To let him take me exactly as he wanted. Because it’s what I wanted too.
A groan erupted from him. He turned me over again, and something clattered on the ground. He glanced down; his feet must have touched the vial. He kicked it away. The glass bottle skittered onto the balcony. Using my thighs as leverage, he fucked me hard with his teeth bared.
“I love you,” I cried. As screwed up and as crazy as it was, it was true. There was a kindness underneath those layers of corruption, a protectiveness that I found beautiful, a yearning to teach and nurture that made me wild. He had shown me more than I had ever known, that I could face my fears, and that sometimes, people go to great lengths to fight for what they believe in. Sometimes, you put the other person first, even if that means building an estate around them. Even if that means drowning them in their worst nightmare until they weren’t afraid anymore.
“I bet you fucking love it,” he growled.
“No,” I shouted. “I loveyou, Cormac.”
The first twitch of his cock shot his come inside of me, and as he came, hesitation mixed with the violence of pleasure overcame his face. My confession, those words bothered him, but I couldn’t take it back. Iwouldn’ttake it back. I needed him to know. I needed to show myself that this was more than an assignment now. Whatever it was, it was love.
Cormac would live.
