Page 48 of Scarred Ruin

And the intense throbbing between my legs.

When he was finally finished, there was no fanfare about ending the harsh punishment, no wildly ridiculous statement that I’d been a good girl.

Because he knew better.

My refusal to surrender was the very reason he’d let go of what had to be a very tight set of reins on his emotional state of mind. He had too much to lose in providing anyone with an insight into his weakness.

Which in his case just might be inability to consider women and children as his enemy.

Within seconds, he was behind me, using his knee to push mine apart. I didn’t need my instinct or his words to tell me what was next.

He merely pressed the tip of his cock against my slickened folds while gripping my hip with one hand. The man didn’t thrust violently. He simply slipped his dick into my pussy.

Where my reaction had been nonexistent before, I couldn’t hold back a subtle yet telling moan. I enjoyed the way his shaft stretched my muscles. I was thrilled with how full I felt as soon as he was completely seated inside.

And in another act of betrayal, my hips acted on their own, pushing back against him. His corruption of my morals was nearly complete because I wanted his cock buried as deeply inside as physically possible.

He gave me what I craved, pulling out and driving into me again. The only difference was the guttural sounds he made.

I cinched my eyes shut while clawing the bedding in some desperate attempt to gain traction. The ridiculousness of what I was doing actually made me laugh.

Yet the excitement and electric sensations continued to build.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking back my head as he fucked me.

My pulse stuttered while the temperature in the room changed. I’d felt icy before in trying to hate him. Now I felt nothing but explosive heat washing through every muscle and tendon.

As he developed a rhythm, I matched his thrusts each time. Soon, I was panting from the intense thrumming of my heart.

He shifted his body until he had his foot planted on the bed beside my hip. There was even more control in his hold, another way of him telling me that he’d made a decision about me personally.

On a single fateful day when I’d dared step into his world, mine had been forever changed.

His fingers dug into my skin painfully as he fucked me, driving his cock in deep, hard strokes that I’d feel late into the next day. My pussy was already sore, stretched more than I’d ever experienced. He knew exactly how to make me feel as if I was of importance while still keeping me at arm’s length.

There was no point in denying how he’d managed to awaken me as if from a deep sleep. I arched my back, no longer fighting even my own emotions. What was the point when every muscle tingled as an orgasm began building?

Time held no meaning in his world and I learned very quickly he was a man of fortitude in everything he did.

Including with sex.

His stamina was daunting, leaving me aching all over.

When the pleasure finally curled my toes, I threw my head back.

I gasped for air, my moans scattered. And I lost it, the climax rushing up from my toes, slamming into my system with such ferocity I could no longer see.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” I hated making the sound, but the sheer ecstasy was too intense.

The same dark chuckle sounded behind me as he fucked me long and hard, filling me completely.

“Such a little tease,” he growled, finally releasing his hold on my hair, gripping my hips as he powered into me, yanking me back with every brutal stroke.

A second sweeping orgasm was powerful, so blissful I couldn’t make a sound. He didn’t stop nor did he slow his actions as he pulled me backward toward him.

I sensed his body tensing and heard the change in his breathing just seconds before he erupted deep inside.

The end was startling, but I knew somewhere inside this was just another chapter.