Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,279

monk, because he’s twisting it around his fist.

Sebastian turns me to face him, and the fingers of his other hand are combing through the mound of hair between my legs and sliding lower.

He’s hard. I feel him against my hip.

His fingers are in my folds now, and his eyes have gone black. He tilts my head back, and I hear my own shallow breathing because it feels good, what he’s doing, and I don’t want it to feel good, and I’m not expecting him to kiss me.

Why am I not expecting him to kiss me?

My mouth opens only because he’s tugging my head backward, hurting me. I lick my lips, and I feel the warmth of his touch. He doesn’t make the mistake of sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I would bite it off. Swallow it. He knows it.

Bone.

The ring is made of Scafoni bone.

He takes my lower lip between his and he’s kissing me and it’s so soft and erotic. His fingers between my legs have found my clit because it’s swollen and sensitive and craves his touch. Like he’s not my enemy at all.

When I find myself involuntarily arching my back, tilting myself into his hand, I blink my eyes open and find he’s already watching me.

He’s been watching me all along, the bastard.

But that’s what it takes to snap me out of this insanity.

When I slap my hands on his chest to shove him away, he doesn’t budge but instead closes one hand around my throat and keeps me pressed against the wall while his other hand works my clit and fuck, I can’t come. I can’t.

I won’t.

He grins a little, like he knows my dilemma. Like he knows he’ll win, and I feel my hips moving without my permission, feel myself press into his palm.

But then he makes a mistake when he kisses me again.

I close my hands over his shoulders, and I’m so close, so fucking close, and I will not give him the satisfaction of coming.

I snap my teeth and bite down hard on his lip.

The taste of blood, like iron in my mouth, it’s my victory, and I swallow it and I want more, even though I know he will make me pay.

I’m grinning when he pulls back, but not for long.

He uses the fistful of my hair and tugs my head back so hard I feel like he will scalp me.

“That was a mistake.”

He’s pissed, and I am glad. At least he’s not grinning anymore. Not smirking.

He must have known I would fight. He must want me to, because what’s the fun in taking a girl who won’t fight? In breaking a girl who has no fight in her?

He marches me like this, with his face inches from mine, his eyes fierce, right to the bed and tosses me roughly onto it.

His breathing is tight, like he’s trying to control himself, because I’m watching his hands fist and open, fist and open, again and again.

My grin is gone now too, and I don’t have a chance to scoot away before he’s on his knees on the bed and gripping my thigh with one hand—I’ll have bruises like fingerprints there too, to match the ones on my jaw.

He traps my legs with his, knees pressing against my thighs, and he climbs on top of me, capturing my hands when I fight him, taking my wrists into one of his giant hands so easily.

I’m raging, screaming at him, cursing him to hell, cursing his family to hell, using every ounce of power in my body to wriggle away, to at least make him work for it, but he’s just too strong and I’m no match.

I finally stop because I’m exhausted. I look up at him looming over me. He wipes his thumb across his lip and looks at it, at the smear of blood there.

“That was a fucking mistake.”

“You have no right to touch me. To kiss me. Let me go!”

“After I’ve been so patient with you.”

“Patient?”

“You don’t get it.”

He takes the hand with the smear of blood on it and tugs at the mound of hair between my legs, and it fucking hurts.

“You belong to me,” he says.

He must be making a fist with his hand because he’s pulling so hard.

“You’re hurting me!” I’m powerless to move, to make him stop.

“I haven’t begun hurting you,” he says as he moves his fingers, giving me a moment of relief before he slides them lower and grips my pussy hard, digging his fingers inside