Page 107 of Coal Hearts

Yanking my shorts open, my cock sprang out, borderline bruised with twisted need. It didn’t care that this was a role-play in the sickest sense of the word. It didn’t care about my newfound hero complex. All it cared about was Ily’s ass was red from my punishment, and I was about to feel the heat of that abuse as I fucked her.

Keeping my attention on the archway and my ears ringing with the sounds of approaching footsteps, I ordered, “Press your cheek against the carpet, ass up, and hold on. You’re about to learn who you truly belong to.” Running my thumb over her hipbone again, I stroked her with promises. “When I’m balls deep inside you, you’ll finally know. You’re mine.”

Ily’s shoulder blades flexed, making the crystal wand and raining magic tattoo ripple over her skin. It felt as if she cast a curse on me all while she did what I asked.

Closing her eyes, she pressed her right cheek to the carpet and dug her fingernails into the thick pattern.

For a second, all I could do was stare.

So fucking beautiful.

So fucking tragic.

Footsteps sounded nearer. So close they’d see me plunge inside her.

I orchestrated it for that moment.

Wait...

Wait.

With my heart in my throat, I grazed my fingers from her hip to between her legs.

I sucked in a breath as I dipped to her most private place. A place I’d already touched. Already almost been inside. A place I should never have been permitted to invade if it wasn’t for Q’s ultimatum and the unexplainable awareness I’d had of her at the club.

She flinched as my finger ran over her clit.

I slipped deeper, penetrated—

“Fucking hell.” I couldn’t control my reaction. Or my savage groan. “Fuck...y-you’re wet.”

Her eyes squeezed tighter. A droplet glittered on her eyelashes.

And I knew just what sort of hell she was in.

She was affected.

Same as me.

Affected by things we shouldn’t want or need.

My chest imploded in on itself, folding and crumpling.

My finger feathered of its own accord, drunk on her slipperiness.

Her eyes flew wide, catching on mine.

Something passed between us.

Wordless and senseless, but oh-so fucking powerful.

I couldn’t catch a proper breath.

With a whimper, she shut her eyes again, cutting me off from the conduit of something flowing between us.

To know someone else felt betrayed by their own body? To see how she struggled? It bound me to her in entirely different ways.

A fresh surge of fierceness rose inside me.