Stealing Cinderella(33)



Slowly, he unzips his trousers, his eyes searching for something inside me. Revulsion. Deceit. Mistrust. Whatever it is, he doesn’t find it. The muscles in his forearm flex, and he glares down at me with obvious disappointment.

“You aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I’m not trying to,” I whisper.

His eyes cloud over, and for a long moment, he just watches me as if he’s trying to figure me out. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I think I’m fighting a losing battle with Thorsen. Against my better judgment, I’m here. I’m giving him two months of my life to torment me, control me, own me. But still, he is doubtful.

When he reaches down and tugs the tie from the bathrobe out of the loops, a nervous tension blooms in my gut. He grabs my chin and wraps the fabric belt around my head several times, obscuring my eyes. And I have to wonder why. Why doesn’t he want me to see him?

The warmth of his fingers slips away once he’s finished, and I’m entombed in darkness. But I can still hear him moving around the room. Opening a drawer in the cabinet, and then another. When he returns, he fists a handful of my hair and tugs me upright again, walking me in a different direction until my knees bump against the bed, and I collapse forward. My face falls against the comforter as he pulls my hips back, spreading my legs apart. His hands feel huge on me, and I don’t doubt that he could easily break me. He’s the most powerful man I’ve ever seen, and I don’t know how my body will sustain him.

He grabs my wrists and secures them behind my back, binding them with what feels like another rope. And then his fingers trace over the scars on my arms, eliciting a trail of goose bumps down my spine.

“It’s a shame to see such beautiful skin destroyed,” he mutters.

My body tenses beneath him, but he doesn’t acknowledge my discomfort. His warmth disappears for a second, and then I hear a bottle opening. When he touches me again, he glides his palm over the curve of my ass, prying my cheeks apart and forcing me to open for him.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he hums. “You filthy little liar. Does your hate for me get you off?”

My lips seal shut. That question feels like too much of a minefield to navigate, and I don’t want to go there. Regardless, Thorsen doesn’t wait for a response. The next thing I feel is something cold and metallic sliding through my arousal before it settles somewhere forbidden.

“What are you doing?” I jerk as he presses the object against my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you.” His hand comes to rest on my lower back, holding me still as he moves the object deeper, forcing it past my resistance. “And I’m going to come in you.”

I drag in a ragged breath, paralyzed by the invasion. It feels like I’m being stretched wide open, and it seems to go on forever until he finally halts, seating the object inside me.

“Your Highness—”

He twists the metal, and a thousand sparks shoot through my core as my breath hisses between my teeth. It’s so intense I feel like I can’t breathe. Or move. Or think.

“Don’t call me that,” he warns. “Don’t call me anything. I’m nothing to you.”

He drags me back to the floor again. And this time, I can hear his belt, followed by the rustle of clothing as he shoves his trousers down. The object inside me moves every time I clench, and I don’t know how to sit, but Thorsen doesn’t give me a choice in the matter when he grabs my head and his cock bumps against my lips.

“Suck it.” His rough voice commands.

On his order, my lips part as if they have a mind of their own. But I’m still thinking about how I should resist because it feels like I’m falling into a black hole I’ll never climb out of. Those thoughts are swiftly carried away when he groans, his hard flesh sliding over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I gag, and he pulls back, but only for a second before he does it all over again. Spit drips out the sides of my mouth and down onto my breasts, and he rubs it into my skin and tugs on my nipple. I gulp around him, the effect vibrating through me and waking something primal I didn’t even know existed. Whoever she is, this animal wants more. It must be her that hums against him as he finds his rhythm, casually fucking my face as he manhandles my skull between his hands.

I can’t see him, but I can hear all his sounds. His strangled groans, the hitch in his breath, the contractions of his muscles beneath his flesh. His grip on me falters, and he pulls away as if he wants to stop, only to come back for more. I think I must have woken something primal in him too.

“Enough.”

His sharp directive slices through the air as he withdraws without warning and steps away. He’s breathing hard, and I can feel his eyes burning into me.

“You said you were a virgin,” he snarls. “Are you a liar, gudinne?”

“No.” I tilt my chin up toward him. “I’m not.”

“I don’t believe you.” His voice is an accusation.

“Don’t believe me.” My legs fall apart, summoning him. “You’ll find out anyway.”

There’s a long pause, and I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking. I don’t know what to expect from him, and I think that’s what scares me the most.

“Stand up,” he orders.

I rise on shaky legs, hissing from the sting of the rug burns on my knees as I wait for his next instructions. When he touches me again, it isn’t with affection or roughness. It’s merely with purpose when he bends me over the bed, hauling my ass to the edge. The sticky arousal between my thighs perfumes the air around us, and Thorsen drags his fingers through it, using it to wet his cock. When he tugs the toy from my ass, I suck in a breath as something else takes its place. Something hard and undeniably male. He presses the head of his cock against the hole, and I wiggle in his grasp, bucking up only for him to shove me back down.

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