“Fuck me like you wanted to fuck him.”
My breathing grew shaky at his words. When I didn’t move, he reached out with his other hand and slapped my ass hard, making me cry out.
“Fuck me, wasp,” he snarled as he twisted his fingers in my hair again. “Fuck me and make me feel better.”
“Is something wrong?” I still didn’t move.
“Everything is wrong. I want something to feel right, even if it’s just for a moment. So fuck me before I turn you around and fuck you until you bleed for me.” His lips whispered along my jaw again. “Until you scream for me. I want something to break, Bianca. Trust me, you don’t want it to be you.”
My guts clenched at his words. As much as the idea of his roughness turned me on, my body was sore from Levin, and I was sure Dominic’s brand of terror would be even fiercer.
I moved, sliding up then down, my hands grasping his tense shoulders in a death grip as I winced along his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned softly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
Having him at my command spurred me on, so I rode him faster, my body adjusting to his with each slide along his dick.
“Take what you want,” he grunted, his eyes opening and locking on mine. “I’m close to losing it, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget about every other man who’s touched you before this moment.”
I knew it was a jab at Fallon and my feelings for him.
“But I don’t want to forget,” I gasped, slowing my movements, my mind racing with thoughts of Fallon’s kisses. His touch. The way he smiled and said my name. Then Levin. It may have been one night, but I wanted that memory too.
A muscle thrummed along his jaw for a fraction of second before he had me on my back, railing into me so hard I saw stars. His grip on my hips was painfully hard.
“Dom—”
His lips crushed against mine before I could complete my sentence. The words died away as his tongue swept into my mouth, wrestling with mine. I clawed at his back, making him groan and thrust faster. The heat he was creating within me was sure to set fire to the both of us.
“Oh God,” I moaned as the inferno he was building turned into a sweeping heat, engulfing everything I was as I clenched around his cock, my body trembling violently beneath him.
My nails scratched deeper into his back as I held onto him.
“More,” he groaned, fucking me hard and fast. “Make me hurt, wasp. Make me bleed for you.”
I dug in deeper. He groaned again, the sexy sound filling the room, and continued his onslaught, his lips finding mine again.
“Tell me you fucking hate me,” he said breathlessly, pulling away as he continued to thrust into me.
“I don’t.” I moved to cradle his face, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.
“Liar. Tell me.”
“No.”
“Fucking tell me,” he growled, thrusting hard, making me moan out.
“N-No.”
“Make this easier. Just tell me you hate me for all the shit I’ve done. For taking you from someone you were falling in love with. For making you do this. For everything I have to do to you.”
“No.”
He held onto my hands with one of his and moved his other one to grip my throat. My eyes widened as he squeezed, his cock still buried inside me.
His eyes wavered, his lips twitching at the corners. He looked positively sinister. Broken. Hurt.
“Fucking say it, Bianca. I need to hear it,” he said breathlessly. “Tell me you hate me.”