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But maybe…
Maybe I don’t want to.
10
FREYA
His hands roamover my body, leaving marks all over me as I writhe under his touch.
I can feel the heat of him, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress as his fingers trail over my skin, rough and possessive. His breath is hot on my neck, and the sharp bite of his teeth into my tender flesh has me moaning eagerly as my back arches against him.
Instantly he’s flipping me over, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pinning me down. His other hand grabs the back of my panties, yanking them down before his fingers thrust roughly between my legs, feeling my traitorous wetness.
The masculine leather and sandalwood scent of him fills the air. Surrounding me. Suffocating me. My pulse quickens, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I arch into him, craving more, needing more.
He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my body, sending a shiver down my spine. His lips brush against my ear, soft at first, then more insistently, teeth grazing my skinin a way that should terrify me but doesn’t. Instead it ignites something deep inside, something I’ve been trying to bury for so long.
“Say it,” Mal whispers, his voice thick. “Say you belong to me.”
I gasp, my body trembling beneath him, my core clenching around his thick fingers as he mercilessly pounds them into me from behind. His palm slaps my ass hard, making me squeal into the sheets as they twist between my teeth.
My mind is caught between fear that’s been gnawing at me since the first moment I saw him and dark, shameful desire I can’t seem to shake. My lips part, the words hovering there, waiting to be spoken.
I belong to you.
I open my mouth but the words don’t come. Instead, I reach back for him, my fingers curling around his wrist, trying to pull him closer and deeper, to feel more of him. His grip tightens in my hair, his hand spanking my ass before those fingers ram back into me, knocking the air from my lungs.
He’s everywhere—his hands, his breath, his body pressing into me like he’s claiming every part of me.
I should push him away. But I don’t.
I can’t.
My body is betraying me, moving with his, craving his touch, needing his control. There’s a darkness in me that matches the one in him, and no matter how I try to deny it, I want this. I wanthim.
I feel his lips against mine, fierce and demanding, and I let myself fall into the kiss, into the heat of him, into the way he makes everything else disappear. Nothing else exists when he’s near. It’s just him and me and the magnetic, dangerous pull between us that I can’t fight anymore.
“I fucking own you,” Mal growls, his voice commanding. “Never forget that.”
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’tneedthis. But it’s too late. I’m already lost, already his.
And yet something isn’t right.
The room is too still, too quiet. There’s a strange haze around the edges of my vision, and for a moment its feels like I’m sinking. I try to focus, to ground myself, but everything is slipping away.
Mal’s grip loosens. His presence fades.
And just like that, I’m alone.
I jerk awake, my heart pounding as I sit up in bed, gasping for breath. My hand flies to my chest, my fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, as if the pressure can somehow calm the erratic beat of my heart. The sheets are twisted around my legs, damp with sweat and…otherthings.
The room is silent.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
I press the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of Mal’s touch. It felt so real. The way his voice echoed in my ears, dark and commanding and possessive, like he was right here in the room with me.
