Page 121 of Broken Crown

My breath hitched. "Wait…"

He lowered the zipper. "Tell me you love me again."

I shimmied backward, sliding along the polished wood floor. "I didn't say it the first time."

He dropped to the floor and crawled over my body even as I tried to move away from him.

His hand around my throat stopped me, his wrist pressing the sharp edges of the diamond necklace into my skin. "Then say it now."

With my hand around his restraining wrist, I dug my fingernails into his flesh. "No."

His eyes hardened to black diamond chips as his body shifted.

He pulled his cock out. "I'm warning you, Sabrina."

If I lost this battle, I'd lose the war.

Still, I couldn't form the words to openly defy him again, so I stayed stubbornly silent.

He pushed the head of his cock against my entrance then gripped my hips, the blunt pressure a threat and a promise at my core, his skin burning hot against my own.

Instead of thrusting forward, he pulled on my hips with cruel precision, forcing me to impale myself on his shaft, the sudden invasion stealing the air from my lungs.

My back arched involuntarily and I fisted the fabric of the dress beneath me, my body curving to accommodate his intrusion, muscles stretching to accept his girth.

Dammit, I hated how being filled by him felt so good…so complete, my body opening for him even as my mind screamed resistance.

My body was tilted at an angle as my inner thighs pressed against his ribs, my legs trembling with the strain. The position exposed me completely to his dominance.

"Tell me you love me," he ground out, teeth clenched, sweat beading on his forehead, a vein pulsing at his temple.

"Never." The word tore from my throat, half denial, half plea.

He covered me with the weight of his body and moved his hips to pound his cock into me over and over again.

"Say it, Sabrina," he murmured against my neck.

He thrust harder as he shoved my bra down and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth.

My body clenched around his shaft.

He moaned, sending vibrations over my flesh.

I tightened my core around him again, deciding to change tactics. "You say it first."

Two can play at this game.

Our toxic, twisted love on raw display.

His grip tightened as though I might vanish if he loosened it even a fraction. "You're playing with fire, little girl."

His chest hair brushed my nipples as he leaned over me to thrust in deeper.

I raked my nails down his back. "I've already been burned."

He reared back and, grabbing my hips, pounded into me several more times before throwing his head back on a groan as he came deep inside of me.

Fuck.