regnant perfection. “What’s it like? Having me touch you this way?”
“Eat shit,” I gasp as he adjusts himself, his fingers curving under my jaw. He holds me in a tense grip, his anger hot and evident on his skin. His muscles are taut, slick with sweat. A droplet slides from his inked skin and drops onto my own.
Victor crushes his mouth to mine, holding me just where he wants me, taking my lips the way he’s taking over the rest of me—body and soul. His kiss is savage, almost brutal, bruising my mouth but inciting this near desperate need for more. Our tongues slick together as he tastes me, biting my lower lip just hard enough to make me bleed. Not that it matters, right: blood in, blood out. And we’ve already shared blood, cum. We’re already intertwined.
“I bet I could make you come on command,” he purrs, pulling back slightly, smirking at me in the dark.
I grit my teeth and start to struggle against him, but his grip is complete, his control absolute. If I asked him to stop, would he? I only have to think for a split-second before I have an answer to that question: yes. Victor was serious when he said I was a part of Havoc, a part of the family. He won’t hurt me, not anymore.
A surprise gasp slips past my lips as Vic pulls his hips back slightly and replaces the tip of his cock with his finger, slicking it along the wetness of my core, teasing me. Everything in my body hurts right now. I’m aching with need, like each molecule is fired up and quivering. This isn’t helping.
“Stop teasing me and—”
Victor clamps his hand over my mouth at the same time he pushes a single, inked finger into my pussy. A sigh of relief gets caught in my throat as Vic maintains his iron-clad handhold over my face, hooking his finger inside me and drumming up sensations that I’ve never felt before. I wiggle against him, but I’m seriously trapped here, his hot, heavy body behind me, his hand covering my lips.
“Come for me, Bernadette. That’s an order.” Victor thrusts his finger deep, slicking it against my aching insides. My nipples are so hard now that I’m frantic for a caress of any kind, but Vic’s only touching me as much as he has to. I get nothing extra, even less than I got during our first, fucked-up sexual encounter against the wall. “I want to hear you cry out the way you did when you were sitting on Hael’s cock.”
A rogue whimper escapes me as Vic inserts another finger, sliding the two of them in and out, nice and slow. It’s pure goddamn torture, and he knows it. His chuckle is dark and angry, rife with frustration. No part of him actually thinks this is fun. To Vic, this is a necessity. He slips a third finger in, amplifying the pleasure coursing through me, and then releases his hold on my mouth.
“Ready?” he asks, and then he drops his second hand to my clit, using the natural lube from my body to make it nice and slippery. He works the hardened nub with his thumb in slow but firm circles. I want to resist him, put up some sort of fight, but it feels too good. I find myself falling, collapsing, shattering to pieces. “Let me hear that climax, baby.”
Vic flicks his thumb in just such a way that I fall over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm unfurls inside of me like a whip. A sound tears from my throat that I can’t stop, that I’m sure the whole house can hear.
It hits me hard and fast, leaving me a boneless, shaking, sweating mess.
“Good.” Victor slaps me on the ass and then grabs my hair again, yanking me back toward him. “I told you that you’d mewl beneath me.” Before I even get the chance to recover, he’s removing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. With one hand locked on my hip, he drives into me with a fierce growl, hitting the end of me and drawing sounds from my throat I wasn’t even sure I could make.
Vic thrusts deep, filling me up completely. My body stretches to accommodate his, but luckily, I’m all warmed-up. If I weren’t, his balls-deep thrusts might hurt. He’s just too goddamn big for his own good.
A gasp escapes my lips as my hands curl in the sheets, my