Page 40 of Prey

The endearment rolls off his tongue like he’s been waiting to say it. Without the mask muffling his voice, it sounds richer, deeper. More dangerous somehow.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

My hands shake as I lean forward, closing the distance between us.

I’ve imagined this—God help me, I’ve imagined kissing him in that concrete cell, wondered what his mouth would taste like, what his lips would feel like against mine. Now, faced with the reality, I’m suddenly terrified.

My mouth brushes his tentatively, barely a whisper of contact. Testing. His lips are softer than I expected, warm and surprisingly gentle for a heartbeat before?—

His hand fists in my wet hair, yanking my head back just to kiss me deeper, all teeth and tongue and possession. He devours me like a starving man, tongue sliding through my parted lips.

I moan and press closer.

My hips move of their own volition, grinding down against his cock beneath the water. The piercing catches against my clit with each roll of my hips, sending sparks through my core that make me gasp against his lips. He swallows the sound, his tongue fucking into my mouth with the same rhythm I’m grinding against him.

Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as we move together. His free hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise, guiding my movements, controlling the pace even as I grind desperately against him. The head of his cock keeps catching at my entrance, that metalic barbell a constant reminder of how empty I am, how badly I need him inside me.

He bites my lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue before plunging back into my mouth. The kiss is messy, desperate, nothing like the controlled way he’s touched me before. This is pure need that matches the ache between my legs.

I break away from the kiss, gasping for air. My mouth feels swollen, bruised from his assault, and the taste of him lingers on my tongue.

“Please.” The word tears from my throat without dignity. “Nikolai, please?—”

“Please what?” Those ice-blue eyes bore into mine, knowing exactly what I need but demanding I put it into words anyway.

“Fuck me.” No point in pretending anymore. My hips grind down against him, seeking anything to ease this burning. “Just—God, please just fuck me.”

There’s that devastating smirk again, and his hand tightens in my hair. The sting makes me whimper, but he holds me there, studying my face like he’s memorizing every desperate expression.

“Not yet.”

Two words. Two fucking words and I want to scream. My pussy clenches around nothing while his cock presses hard against me, right there, so close I could just?—

His grip stops me from sinking down on him. “Not until I have you tied to my bed.” His mouth brushes my ear, breath hot against wet skin. “Not until I can fuck you all night long without you running away.”

The promise in his voice makes my core clench. Tied to his bed. All night. The images flood my mind—rope around my wrists, my legs spread wide, him between them taking what he wants until I can’t remember my own name.

“I won’t run.” We both know it’s a lie. Given the chance, I’d bolt. Find clothes, find a door, find freedom from this insane attraction that makes me beg my captor to fuck me.

“No,” he agrees. “You won’t.”

His cock throbs against me, and I realize he’s just as affected. His control might be better, but I can feel how badly he wants this too.

“When?” I hate how desperate I sound, how my voice cracks on the single word.

His thumb strokes along my jaw, almost tender except for the possession in his eyes. “Soon, beautiful. Very soon.”

“Can soon be tonight? Because I’m fed up waking up with my pussy aching and clenching around nothing.”

His entire body goes rigid beneath me. And his cock twitches hard against my core. For a heartbeat, I think I’ve pushed too far, said too much, revealed how he’s already broken me down.

Then his hand slides from my hip, moving lower beneath the water. Past where I expect him to touch, further back until?—

“Oh!”

The gasp tears from my throat as his finger circles my asshole. Just the lightest touch, a gentle pressure that makes my whole body jerk in surprise. No one’s ever—I’ve never?—

“Such a filthy mouth,” he murmurs against my ear, that finger continuing its maddening circles. “Telling me how your pussy aches for me. How you wake up desperate and empty.”