Page 19 of Broken Crown

My body betrayed me, slick and ready despite my protests.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood to swallow my own traitorous moan. The metallic tang mixed with the sweetness of desire, a heady cocktail of pain and pleasure.

My fingernails clawed into his bare shoulders, leaving bloody crescents as he drove in deep.

Marking him as he marked me.

He shifted his hips back then thrust in again.

Impaling me. The invasion brutal and perfect.

This time I couldn't stifle my own cry. It echoed off the marble, a confession I couldn't take back. The weight of my own body forced me down on his thick shaft, intensifying the feel of him stretching my cunt. Each inch a surrender.

The water beat down on me from above and along the sides, covering us in heat as he viciously thrust over and over. Each stroke punishing, each withdrawal a promise of more.

He sank his teeth into my shoulder. "Say it again. Tell me how you're not totally and completely mine."

I buried my face against his neck, refusing to answer even as I clung to him. My body confessed what my pride would not.

Never one to accept anything but my total submission, Sebastian refused to relent.

Swinging us away from the shower wall, he fell to his knees, my legs still wrapped around his hips. The zipper on his jeans bit into my inner thighs as he ran his hand up and grasped the thin strip of silk between my breasts, tearing the delicate lace bra off, continuing around behind my back to grasp my hair.

Twisting the wet curls around his fist, he yanked, wrenching my head backward. The ceiling mural spiraled above me, more painted cherubs watching our sin from a distance.

The sharp sting only heightened my awareness of him.

I ran my fingers through his chest hair as he tilted my body backward. I was suspended within his embrace, my breasts exposed to the stinging water as he pushed his thick cock into me.

He leaned over my arched torso and latched on to my nipple, sucking and biting, while he slowly lowered us to the tile floor. The dual sensations of his mouth and cock overwhelmed me.

I couldn't take much more. I was so fucking close.

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, a spring wound to the breaking point.

"I want to hear you say it."

His command rumbled through his chest into mine.

Despite every nerve in my body willing me to bow under his command, I clung to my last tiny shred of defiance.

"I'm not yours." The lie scorched my throat.

He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of my nipple.

The pain sent me over the edge.

My surrender both a violation and a liberation.

Sparks ignited behind my eyelids as my body clenched around his cock, the orgasm one of the most intense of my life. Bloodlust pumped through my veins, turning my vision crimson at the edges.

Sex. Violence. The threat of death.

It all crashed over me as the water beat down on us. I was drowning and burning alive simultaneously. The shower washed away the blood and violence while baptizing me in a dark, twisted desire.

Sebastian rounded his body over mine as he braced his forearm against the tile floor near my head. From this position, he pounded into me with relentless force, stretching my now sensitive pussy.

With his teeth clenched, he threw his head back and groaned as he came deep inside of me. For a brief moment, he tightened his grip on me, then his body relaxed against mine.