Wake to Dream(38)

"You'll look at the man who owns you, Alice."

Her lip trembled, his hawk-like gaze locking on that one small movement, his mouth opening slightly as he brought his head down to take her lip between his teeth, to bite down and laugh softly when she cried out again.

Pulling up, his eyes admired the swelling where his teeth had just been.

"Such a dirty little mouth you have. I can't wait to enjoy all of its talents."

Her teeth ground against each other and he released her chin to brush his finger along the muscle of her jaw. A whisper soft voice that was so deep it vibrated in places inside her where it didn't belong, "So angry. And so beautiful because of it."

Alice couldn't submit any longer, couldn't suffer the violence of his physical assault while he mocked her with a soft, seductive voice. Her hands flew up to claw at his sides, but Max was stronger...faster. He released her hair to grip her wrists, his strong fingers like steel so tight they threatened to snap the bones.

With minimal effort he locked her arms above her head, his body weight falling down on her until she was pinned between him and the soft mattress. She moved her feet in an effort to find any way to fight against him, but he dug his knees between her thighs, preventing her movement entirely.

"Please," she begged, "please don't do this."

His head angled on a question, the thick inky black of his wavy hair brushing across his shoulder from the movement. "You let me do this. I know you, Alice. You'll beg for it again before long."

Seconds passed, the fight leaching out of her slowly until she was a quivering mess of pain and suffering beneath him.

His mouth brushed the rim of her ear, his warm breath an unwanted caress against her skin. "I'll make it all better, Alice, I promise."

Her arms still trapped above her, Alice closed her eyes when he slipped his pants down from his hips, when the hard, thick reminder of his twisted lust pressed down onto the skin of her stomach. Her tears had turned him on, but it was the small fight she'd attempted that had pushed him into a mindless, toxic fervor.

She didn't dare look away from him again, her eyes narrowed on the shadows that darkened the artic blue, on the blaze of heat that turned the pale color into jewels that sparkled with wicked, malicious delight.

He broke their locked stare to seek out her breast with his mouth, his teeth snapping down on the sensitive tight peak, a cutting pain that forced a moan from Alice's throat as he licked the sting away. He enjoyed the taste of her torment, enjoyed the taste of terror that burst across her skin in sticky beads of sweat.

"So sweet," he breathed out, his voice as breathless and devoted as a prayer.

One hand squeezed her wrists harder, while the other trailed a whisper soft path down the length of her body. A quick swirl of his fingertip around her navel caused her abdominal muscles to clench at her sides. He smiled to see the reaction. And what a beautiful smile it was. It wasn't fair that evil could come wrapped in such a pretty package.

Dimples indented his cheeks, two points that caged a mouth that was full and soft. She hadn't noticed them before because Max had never shown her a side of him that was happy.

Not until the moment he had her in his bed.

Dipping down, his finger found the scalloped lace edge of her panties and slipped between the thin silk and her skin.

He looked up at her from beneath a fan of thick black lashes, conquest written in his eyes. "I remember that you're sweet here, too."

Remember?

How could he remember when this was the first time he'd assaulted her - in this way, at least - but then she remembered too. She'd been drugged, so hazy and lethargic that she'd vomited on herself and couldn't piece together the moments between retching and waking to find herself naked and displayed.

"You begged..."

Did he smile when he took her then as well, and was the smile just as beautiful?

She didn't have time to scour her memory for more details of that tryst because his rough finger slid down the line of wet and sensitive flesh, finding and circling a tight hole that hadn't been touched for so long.

Pleasure, like a mushroom cloud burst from her core, the smoke pushing up into her veins as a poison that dulled her senses and forced her eyes to roll back.

Shockwaves erupted across her skin, through her abdomen and along her limbs, small tremors a sharp vibrato within her when he explored that far too sensitive place. He hadn't pushed inside her, but already her body was a traitor that whispered, you want this, just let him...how long has it been?

Her eyes flew open in panic and refusal, but a small spark of desire burst into flame when she saw the way his broad shoulders moved above her, the line of his muscles undulating beneath tan skin that spoke of everything masculine and feral.

The thickness of his long black hair brushed across her hip, tickling the skin just before his eyes reached up to meet hers. Her breath hitched at the pale color of those glistening orbs that watched her with arrogant satisfaction, caging her in his lethal, sultry stare, as the one finger finally pushed inside.

Her head fell back against the mattress, and Alice was lost to the liquid desire that flowed through her body and between her legs. A blush the color of sunset pink raced across her body.

Moaning, she squirmed when he curled that finger to touch her in places she wasn't sure had been found before, because right now, in this moment, all she could focus on was him.