Page 44 of Kael

His hand slid around the front of my neck, holding me still. “You’ll be helpless,” he said. “I’ll use rope, leather, steel. Bound so tight you couldn't run if you tried. Every touch, every breath, completely at my mercy. You don't move unless I say so. You don't cum unless I let you.”

My breathing picked up, an ache forming in the bottom of my belly. It had more to do with how he sounded and looked—as if on the verge of losing himself—rather than what he said.

“What if it’s too much?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his dark, cold eyes. “You can say no. But you won't break, rabbit,” hemurmured, his thumb dragging rough over my lower lip. “I’ll push you right to the edge, and I’ll hold you there until you like it.”

Surprised and a little afraid, I stared at him. This was the same man who brought me coffee in bed and stroked my hair when I had nightmares. How could he be both?

“I… I wouldn’t have imagined you and this,” I whispered.

“Monsters have duality, Bria. I told you that months ago,” he said, his voice firm, as if trying to make me understand. “This won’t be part of us every time, but this is what I need sometimes.”

I dragged my eyes down his body, landing on his still-hard length. There was fear, but it had twisted with something hotter as I looked at him. My eyes drifted between his gaze and his length.

He cleared his throat.

I licked my lips. “I’m curious,” I said, my voice shaking but honest. “It scares me a bit… but I trust you. I’d do anything for you, Kael. Anything.”

His eyes burned. “Good, rabbit.”

Hand still wrapped firmly around the back of my neck, he guided me back into the bedroom, his grip possessive. He let me go as he sat on the edge of the mattress, spreading his knees wide, and pointed directly to the floor between his thighs.

“Kneel.”

The way he said it and the way he was looking at me made me obey instantly, the cold hardwood biting into my knees.

“Let’s pick up where we started before. Open your mouth, Bria.”

He gripped my short hair and shoved me down, pushing all eight inches into my mouth.

“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered. “Relax your throat. You’re going to take every inch tonight like a good little slut.”

He didn’t wait. He started fucking my face with short thrusts—deep and demanding from the very first stroke. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he used my mouth, growling instructions between grunts.

“Swirl your tongue underneath—yes, fuck, just like that. Deeper. Don’t you dare pull away. This is what you wanted, rabbit. This is me.”

His control was fraying fast. He held my head in both hands and drove deeper, losing himself in the wetness of my throat. He gave several hard thrusts and then held my head in place. I had to swallow to keep from gagging.

Low, vicious sounds tore from his chest as he started fucking my face again. It was rougher than anything I’d ever imagined from him. Terrifying. Addictive.

When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he yanked me off, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening length. I gasped for air, coughing, my chin wet.

He reached down and clamped his hand around my jaw, his long fingers biting deep into my cheeks, tilting my head back until I was forced to look up into his stormy eyes.

His mouth twitched into a smirk. “Look at you,” he growled, his thumb dragging across my wet chin, smearing it over my bottom lip. “Fucking wrecked. Wet, trembling, taking every inch like it's your salvation. Look at what you let me do to you.”

He shoved his index and middle fingers past my swollen lips, hooking them into the corner of my mouth to stretch it wide while using his other hand to stroke himself slowly right in front of my face, precum leaking from the head. I knew it tastedslightly salty, but other than that, like nothing. The friction of his fist made a slick sound.

“Suck them like you sucked my dick, rabbit,” he commanded, watching my throat work as I tried to swallow. “Let me see it.”

He pumped his fist a few final, hard times over his length, coating his palm, before dragging his fingers out of my mouth. A thread of spit trailed between his hand and my chin. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned over me, reaching down to drag his slick, wet fingers over my bare breasts. He circled my nipples with heavy pressure, smearing the wetness across my sensitive skin until they hardened into tight, aching points under the cool air.

I shuddered, my hips rolling helplessly off the floor.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice thick and dark. “Every inch of you reacting to me. I need to fuck you.”

He dragged me up, bent me over the bed, and ripped the thong aside. His hand came down hard—sharp, punishing spanks that left my ass burning and throbbing. I moaned into the sheets, shocked by how much my body craved the pain.