Page 123 of Infernal Secrets

My breath hitched when he curled his fingers inside me. “Because,” I moaned. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” His hot tongue dragged across my shoulder, the metal of his piercing adding to the assault on my senses. I whimpered. “Fuck. That’s a nice sound.”

“Zeke,” I whispered, moaning again when he began thrusting his fingers shallowly inside me. “Cyn, please.”

“Stay quiet and he won’t know,” he said, pushing his hard shaft against me. “Can you do that? You want me to fuck you, don’t you? I know you do. I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“Fuck you,” I said, voice cracking when he curled his fingers again. “I don’t want that.”

Liar.

I didn’t want him to know how he affected me, but it was hard to sound convincing when he had me panting and dripping all over his hand.

I wasn’t weak. If I wanted to stop him, I could yell and make a scene, even if it woke Zeke. But I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to escape.

“You’re such a brat.” He bit my shoulder again, gentler. “I could get off on breaking you alone. I wouldn’t even need to put my cock inside you.”

“In your dreams,” I said, wiggling again. It infuriated me how much I wanted to punch him in the face but also let him fuck me until I saw stars.

“Mmm. You might be right, considering what I woke up to.” He tucked his face against my neck, licking the sweat there.

“Please don’t bite me,” I said, genuine fear creeping into my voice. I didn’t want him to go all infernal and hurt me.

He stiffened and withdrew his fingers, pulling his hand free of my pants. “I will never take what you don’t give.” He sighed. “Not even your blood.”

I relaxed, hearing the truth in those words.

The back of his hand brushed my backside when he adjusted himself, and he chuckled when I pressed against his hand in reflex.

“Are you giving it to me?”

“I hate you,” I mumbled.

I hated how much I wanted more.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he said, lowering his face to my neck and licking me again. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

I reached back, grabbed his hip, and pulled him flush against me again, unable to say the words. I’d never admit it out loud.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, reaching for the waistband of my pants and working them down until they were mid-thigh. “But if you don’t want this, you better say it now.”

I remained quiet. I knew what I wanted.

He cursed and squeezed my breast from beneath, then paused. “Oh? What’s this?”

I yelped as he pulled on my piercing.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Without another word, he shifted, pushing his own pants down. His unsteady breaths against my shoulder made me shiver.

The head of his cock pressed against me, then slid inside until his body aligned with mine. His body heat sparked goose bumps despite my already overheated skin.

He groaned and dropped his forehead onto my shoulder, breath coming in heavy pants. “Why do you feel so good?”

I squirmed, and his breath caught.

“Stop,” he demanded, his voice strained.