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“Again? What’s wrong with you?” He laughs. “Actually, what’s so fucking right with you?”
He presses the button again, and my pussy convulses around him. I cry out, unable to keep quiet with so much happening inside my body. I’m so close, and I want to come.
He leans down and hovers above me with his mouth so close to mine. I want to lean up and kiss him, but something about him tells me he isn’t the kissing type.
“Fucking kiss me,” I rasp.
“I don’t kiss whores.”
“Then punish me until I come.”
A sinful smirk crosses his lips, and he sits up. He places the shock collar remote in my hand, giving me control of one form of punishment. Holding the collar to my pussy with one hand, his other hand moves to my throat, slowly cutting off my breath.
“Are you going to die for me, whore?” he growls.
I press the button as another wave of darkness closes in. Invisible sparks shoot through my clit, tightening the bundle of nerves, but I lose consciousness just as I feel my orgasm building. When I come to, he’s looking down at me with sweat gliding over his temples. How long was I out?
“I thought I went too far that time,” he whispers as he leans over me again. His pelvis curves and his thrusts slow. “Can you come before you black out again?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I don’t know if it’s the truth, but I’m happy to keep trying.
He leans back and grips my hips, pulling me against him as he fucks me senseless. I think he’s giving me time to build up and crest the waves of pleasure, but then his hand wraps around my throat again. He plays with the sides of my neck, the blood chokes giving me a dizzying wave of pleasure that’s different from the breath chokes.
He places the collar over my clit again and I moan, my hips bucking against him because I want more. My fingers scramble to press the button, but I mash the wrong one. A sharp vibration buzzes against my clit. I alternate between zapping myself stupid and those pleasurable vibrations as he increases the tempo of his thrusts.
“I’m close,” I pant. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
I’m plunged into dizzying darkness once more as he squeezes my throat. I focus on the pleasure instead of the silence in my lungs. They start to squeeze, warning me of an impending blackout.
“Come, whore, because I won’t let go if you don’t. You’ll die around my cock.”
His buttery-soft words don’t hold a threat. They hold a fucked-up promise.
I press the button repeatedly, and I fly. My eyes roll back in my head, my legs quiver, and I lose all control of my hands. The remote slides off the bed, but I don’t care. I don’t need it anymore. His cock is enough to keep me here, riding this wave of pleasure.
A feral growl precedes his gravelly voice. “Oh, there you go. Good fucking girl.”
He loosens his grip as my orgasm wanes, but then his fingers tighten and he keeps his hold on my neck until I pass out again. When I come to, he’s leaning over me, his belly pressed against mine. Wetness slides between my legs, and I can only assume it’s a mixture of our pleasure.
His hand leaves my throat and hooks around the back of my neck with a softness I don’t expect. He leans closer. “I know I said I don’t kiss whores, but you’re too fucking good.”
His lips capture mine in a kiss that takes my breath away again. His tongue explores my mouth, and I whimper from the veracity in his motions. Kane might hate me, but Tobin doesn’t.
I bathe in his affection as he wipes the tears from my face—my body’s innate response to having the life choked from me. He pushes his tear-coated fingers into his mouth and sucks before making me taste it too. Then he pulls out of me, climbs down my body, and stops between my legs. He catches all the mess on his tongue.
His come.
Mine.
And because he clearly can’t end on a nice note—which is fine with me—he fists my hair and pulls me up to meet his mouth. He gestures to my lips with his chin, and my lips part as I accept the remnants of our pleasure onto my tongue. I hold my tongue out and waggle it before swallowing.
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl,” he says. “I love it.”
When a dude fucks you like Tobin does, it’s too easy to fall in love with him. It’s just hard when that person is inside a person you fucking despise.
As he puts on his pants and slides the leggings over my skin, I have to accept the truth. All doubt is gone. They are three separate men in one body. And one of those men wants me dead.
Chapter Sixteen
