come straight for you, and he isn’t like me. He doesn’t give a fuck that you have a pretty face. He’ll break your jaw, he’ll knock your teeth out, he’ll make you scream in pain, and then he’ll keep going. And even when you’ve told him everything, he’ll keep going, just to be sure.”
I look him dead in the eye and say, “I’ve had worse.”
For a second, I swear he looks surprised, maybe even feels bad for me, but his mask drops back into place. “Don’t you fucking say I didn’t give you a chance. Don’t you fucking look at me after this like I did you wrong.”
Every hair on my body stands on end. “What are you going to do to me?” A beating I could take, but I didn’t want to… I’d had men force themselves on me before. I prefer the beatings.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he draws his fingertips slowly from my wrists down my arms. His touch is lazy and soft, making my nerves stand up in recognition. But as slowly as the feeling of relaxation comes, another stronger emotion rears its ugly head: arousal.
I’m shocked. My eyes are locked onto those hazel eyes of his. I can’t seem to stop swimming in the flecks of gold. And up this close, it’s undeniable that he’s a beautiful man. Maybe even one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met in my life, but I can’t ever imagine being turned on in this strange situation. Yet, there’s no denying it.
He traces those fingertips of his up and down my arms a few more times, and I feel my nipples harden. A gasp slips from my lips, and goosebumps rise on my arms and legs. My knees lift ever so slightly around him, drawing him closer beneath my thighs. His erection is hard to miss. It’s hard, like fucking steel, and I swear I can almost feel it pulsing between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m going to make you come. Over and over again.”
Hell, this is a new type of torture. “You seem to have a lot of confidence in your abilities.”
“You could say that,” he says, his words low and husky.
He continues to run those fingers of his slowly up and down my arms. At first I just glare at him, but my breathing comes in and out faster and faster until I’m panting. I swear I’ve never been the kind of woman who ached deep inside. I’ve never been the kind of woman who got so wet with arousal that she could feel her underwear becoming damp, but I do now, and it’s the strangest feeling in the world. Like if I had taken a drug to feel this way, I’d want it over and over again.
This I could become addicted to.
“Why did you think the monsters were sent for you?”
I swallow and struggle to pull in a clear thought. My nipples are so damned hard that I’m a minute from begging him to start sucking on them. I’m not a horny woman by nature, but I’m more than horny now. This thing between us is starting to become less a want and more a need.
“Dani, tell me.”
My head spins. “Fucking hell. They wouldn’t let go of an experiment like me so easily.”
“Humm?” He sounds fucking turned on as he blatantly stares down at my nipples, but he continues to run his hands along my arms. “Why not?”
I arch my breasts so they’re closer to his face, and his eyes darken. “Touch me,” I beg him.
He lifts a brow. “I am.”
“No.” I can feel my cheeks heating as I wiggle beneath him, grinding myself against his cock. “Touch me.”
He rubs himself ever so softly between my thighs, and I moan, throwing my head back. “Why don’t they let go of their experiments?”
I’m panting when I say, “Most…most of them turn out like monsters… They stop being…human.”
“But not you?” His words are practically a purr.
“I’m not answering anything else until you touch me.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. He takes the hand that was running along my arms and tugs my shirt down until my breasts spill out. “Fuck,” he says again, but this time the word is almost a groan. He reaches forward and pinches one of my nipples, and I cry out his name, bucking under him.
“You’re not a mon-monster,” he says, and it sounds like he’s starting to struggle too.
“No,” I toss my head