Page 49 of Betrothed in Fury
“And here I thought you’d be rougher.”
He growls, and between the sound and the way he’s touching me, it’s too stimulating, has me calling out.
“Oh, it will be rough, Logan. Once I’ve gotten you ready, I intend to beat the fuck out of this ass. And when I’m balls-deep in you, I will destroy you.”
Fear grips me. Maybe I’ve pushed too far. Maybe Killian is the wrong person to fuck around with this because he’s a wild animal. All that should make me stop, but at this point, I’m not sure if Killian would stop even if I asked.
He readies himself with the condom before I feel him against my ass. I can’t tell if it’s lubed up or it’s just the lube he’s already put inside me, but it’s slick as he slips the head inside. There’s a hunger within me, like now that he’s teased my prostate, my body knows exactly where it needs to go, what it needs to do to me. “Come the fuck on,” I urge. My voice sounds different even to me, reminding me of the way I spoke to Sik Vik. Like the beast inside me has come out to play.
Killian feeds me an inch…then another. I can tell he’s taking his time, carefully allowing me to open up for him, but that’s not what I want. I want to be fucked. It’s a thought I can’t fathom, not something I ever considered before him, but now it’s like my mind won’t give me any peace until he’s balls-deep inside me.
He growls as he rushes his work, and there’s a sting to it, making me groan, but as soon as he slides against that sweet spot, a powerful sensation that rivals any of the discomfort overtakes me, making my eyes roll back. I gasp with relief that he’s ended my agony.
“Better?” he asks as he jams farther inside me, my body quivering. “I tried to be careful, but it seems you don’t like that.” He offers even more of his cock, until I feel his pelvis against my ass, knowing I have him filling me completely.
That shouldn’t feel as good as it does, even with the pressure that still swells within me because I made him go too fast for my body. But I bite my bottom lip to keep from telling him to pull out, challenging my body to adjust to him, like I have something to prove.
“Oh, you’re taking me even better than I expected.”
And now I know it’s worth the pain.
He grants me a few subtle movements, the sensation eliciting a prolonged moan as he stimulates me.
“Look at me,” he orders. “I want to see your fucking face while I fuck you.”
I don’t give him what he wants, which seems unnecessarily cruel now that he’s giving me exactly what I want, but I don’t care. I hate that he bosses me around, yet it’s also the very thing that excites me about him.
He keeps hold of my wrist, leaning down. He grabs my face with his free hand, and I can feel the lubrication coating his fingers as he jerks my head toward him, until we’re locking eyes.
I don’t want him to see me like this any more than I wanted him to see me when I was torturing Sik Vik, but despite how I resist his grip, he keeps my face in place, and with a sharper thrust, I surrender as my body is overtaken with another wave of that sensation. Sparks surging in quick succession, pleasure unlike anything my body has ever experienced.
“Yes…” he breathes. “This is what I wanted to see.”
I try to jerk away, but he persists with a series of thrusts that send sensation pulsing through me, making me entirely forget any of my objections…only wanting more.
“Harder,” I beg him, and he obeys, and I forgive him all the control and sadism as he gives me what feels as essential as breathing.
“I need a better view than this,” he says.
I can feel he’s about to pull out, and I shout, “No!” reaching back with my free hand and gripping his ass, clinging to it, desperate for him to stay inside me. Oh, how did I go from being a perfectly sane man who wanted nothing to do with this bastard to needing him jammed up in me?
He laughs. “Relax. I can stay in you if you obey my instructions. Can you do that?”
I grit my teeth, this part of me—the Wilde in me—resisting. I’m supposed to be in charge. I’m supposed to be the leader, yet I can’t deny how good it feels, how freeing, to let Killian take charge.
“Come on,” he says. “Let go of my ass, and I’ll make sure to keep your pussy satisfied.”
“I hate when you call it that.”
“Liar.”
How does he know?
There are too many questions to answer, though, so I release his ass, and he releases my arm. He steps on my pants and boxers, between my ankles. “Kick out of these.”
It’s a struggle, but I manage to kick my shoes off and follow his instruction.
He hooks his arm around a thigh, then lifts. “Now roll to your right.”
