Embarrassment flared. “Forget them.”
Dylan tilted his head to the side. “Ashamed, Mia?”
Her cheeks flushed. Did he really want to go over her past again? Now, when she was so close to achieving orgasm? “We’ve been over this.”
“No, we haven’t.” He laved her scars with his tongue, lapping at the marred flesh.
Mia moaned. Her blood heated, her pussy flowed with cream. She needed to feel his body against hers. She found the cotton of his tank top and bunched as much as she could before she ripped it.
The tearing sound was drowned by Dylan’s laughter. “Impatient, Doc?”
She growled and fumbled between them, pulling away the last remnants of his shirt. She dragged his head up and pressed her body to his. Her breasts crushed against his chest as she captured his mouth. Tiny crisp hairs abraded her sensitive nipples. Limbs tangled together as need surged between them.
She clawed her nails down the broad expanse of his back, drawing blood. Inwardly, she smiled. It felt good to be the first to draw blood.
Dylan ripped his mouth from hers and groaned. He pressed her torso into the plush carpet, holding her down. “Stay here,” he said before rising and padding over to the balcony.
She sat up on her elbows. What the hell was he doing? “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll punish you.”
That one sentence sent shivers down her spine. Her womb clenched deep inside.
He returned quickly, holding a length of metal chain.
Even as fear licked at her mind, her breathing quickened. Moisture slithered between her thighs. A subconscious voice whispered in her ear, Yes. Finally.
“I’m going to tie you up. I want you wet for me.”
“I’m already wet.” Very, very wet.
“Let me give you what you need.”
She locked her gaze on his and licked her lips before getting on her knees and offering up her wrists. “Give me what I need.”
Her heart soared, reveled in her submission. This was what she’d craved, needed for so long.
He wrapped the links around and around her delicate flesh. As cool metal wound tighter, binding her, a calmness descended inside her soul. The past was gone; all that mattered was him.
He tested the security of the chains. “Perfect.” He seized the links and wrenched her to her feet. “Tell me how you feel, Mia.”
How did she feel? Alive. Free. Completely in control. She kept her gaze on his full mouth as she said, “I feel like I need you inside me. Now.” She strained forward, rained kisses and tiny nips on his jawbone, relishing the feel of his stubble rasping against her soft lips. “Fuck me. I need it. Fuck me.”
He cupped her cheeks, stilling her movement. He bowed his head close to hers. Their foreheads almost met, only a hairsbreadth separated them. A smile curled the edges of his lips. “Ask me for it. Take control of what you need.”
She moved away from him, dropped to her knees and, on all fours, crawled away. She slithered like a cat, swaying her ass in his direction. Goading him. Tempting him. Her skirt rode up, revealing wet panties.
She threw him an inviting glance over her shoulder and purred seductively, “Please fuck me. Make me come.”
With lightning speed, he was behind her, lifting up her skirt, molding the cheeks of her ass, dipping his fingers into her dripping pussy. He tore at her panties and roughly slipped two thick fingers inside her, pumping furiously.
Unable to bite back a moan, she cried out his name. Dylan rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching, twisting.
Sensation crashed over her. Not just physical but emotional, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain blurred into one. It was downright orgasmic.
She pushed her ass back, rubbing against his groin. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m gonna scream.” She choked out the words.
He chuckled and unbuttoned his pants. Sinking his teeth into her collarbone, he pulled his fingers from her, gripped her waist and thrust his cock inside her with one violent shove.
Mia bowed her head and screamed. Her walls clamped around his cock as he stretched and filled her. Joined with Dylan in that moment, she felt complete. Yin and yang. Two parts of a puzzle fitting together.
He began to move. Hard, rough strokes.
In and out. In and out.
The air hung thick with arousal. His grunts of pleasure met her moans, the only other sound flesh slapping against flesh.
He pushed, working inside her pussy until it felt as if he was hitting the sensitive neck of her womb. The pleasure of such pain sent her to another level of need. Sweat prickled on her skin, making their slick bodies slide together easier, faster. Her orgasm built. He sensed it. She felt his balls tighten with the same need. She wished she could grab his wrist and make him touch her clit, but she was tied tight.
She resting her head on her bound hands and raised her ass higher. It changed the angle, forcing his cock deeper.
She wanted him to worry the bundle of sensitive nerve endings. As this point she usually struggled for completion. She needed something more but would never ask.
She wasn’t afraid to ask with him. “Touch my clit. Rub me hard and fast,” she panted out.
Dylan obeyed her command, rubbing her hard and fast, over and over, adding delicious pressure and friction as she climbed toward orgasm.
The muscles in her body tensed; she threw back her head in abandon.
He laced her hair through his fingers and tugged, his lips latching on to her neck. “Mine.”
His voice sent her over the edge. The orgasm hit her full force and she screamed again.
Dylan continued to pound violently into her as she sucked in gulps of air, her pussy clenching as she came down. He grunted and spilled his release, gripping her hips painfully.
They collapsed together, him lying on top of her, their dark desire sated—at least for the moment. Mia had never experienced sex like this. A delicate mix of pleasure and pain. She could never go back. She belonged to Dylan, as he belonged to her.
He rubbed his jaw across her back, nuzzling her with an almost catlike gesture. “Say it.”
He wanted her to voice what she was thinking. Make the revelation real.
She couldn’t deny him. “I belong to you.” And she did. Mind, body, soul.
He placed a kiss on her shoulder, making her shudder. “Welcome to your new life, Mia.”
Epilogue
Ramierez nodded to the armed tactical team gathered outside Mai’s apartment door. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart.
“On three. One.”
He’d been frantic since Dylan escaped. He knew the prisoner was coming here. Coming for his sweet, deluded Mia. Whatever problems she was experiencing, he was going to cure her. As a doctor, he’d sworn an oath to protect. That’s what he’d do.
“Two.”
She needed someone sensitive. Someone to help ease her through a confrontation with her past. Someone like him. Not cold, sociopathic Dylan Benjamin. If the bastard held her against her will, he was going to yank his spine out through his mouth.
“Three.”
The force of compressed air blew the hinges off the frame and armed men swarmed into Mia’s apartment. They searched room by room and he clambered after them.
“Mia? Mia?” He checked her bedroom as man after man shouted, “Clear.”
Silence descended, roared in his ears. She was gone. He’d taken her. Sharp shards of pain lanced his heart.
He walked onto the balcony, gripped the iron railing and let out a deep scream of rage. “Mia! Where are you?”
He vowed to find her. He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t rest until she was safely in his arms.
The manhunt had begun.
The End
About Scarlett Sanderson
Multi-published author Scarlett Sanderson is a librarian by day and an erotic romance novelist by night. She lives in suburban England with her significant oth
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