Page 75 of No Asylum Here

“I’d strip you of all your layers and stamp my mark on your very soul.” He licked his lips, and his cock jerked beneath me, thumping against my clit. “That way, if we’re forced apart and made to spend our eternity in this hell alone, the Devil will know you belong to me.”

My jaw slackened at the dark conviction in his words. Spoken like a vow.

Slowly, I rolled my hips, grinding on his cock and coating it with my arousal. My God. The veiny texture of his shaft had a moan falling from my lips as pleasure mounted in my belly.

Otherworldly satisfying.

Better than any high from any of the drugs I could prescribe myself.

“That’s right, Doc,” he rasped. “Use my body.”

I wanted the feeling building inside me to last. But I didn’t have enough self-control to stop and savor it. My hips writhed back and forth at a frantic pace as I greedily chased my release.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, I pulled my arms from his neck and pressed my forehead to his to steady myself. Slipping my fingers into the front of my blouse, I ripped it open with one jerk. I was taken aback by how easily it tore. Like wet tissue paper.

The buttons popped every which way, clinking off the floor, the chair, my desk.

Mal’s eyes lit with mirth as he cackled. “Even better than I imagined.”

My hands curled around the links in his chain for purchase, while keeping my head steadied against his, skin to skin. With my face so close to his, our heaving breath tangled, the steel bars over his mouth fogging.

“I want to kiss you,” I said in a broken whisper. My chest heaved with an aching heart, while my nipples hardened against the cold bite of his steel shackles. “I don’t care if you bite me.”

That was a lie.

I more than cared.

I wanted him to do it.

He chuckled, the sound full of grit, bordering on a primal snarl. His eyes flashed and, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw them glow green around his pupils. “I’m not sure you’d be able to handle the pain.”

At that, I fisted a handful of his ink-black hair, gripping him by the head hard enough that he exhaled sharply through his mask, grinning all the while. “You’d be surprised at what I can handle.”

Angling my hips, I lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly impaled myself on his thick cock.

My mouth dropped with a silent groan as he stretched me open, internal walls quivering at the intrusion.

A deep growl rumbled from behind his mask, and I surged forward to paint a lick on the metal bars to taste his warm breath, mixed with the cool tang of salt and steel.

Mal’s brows contorted with feral ecstasy as he canted his hips and drove deeper inside me.

Sonofafuck. It hurts so good.

My hand dropped from his head to cup the back of his neck, keeping intense eye contact while I started to roll my hips. With him plunged so deep inside my pussy, I could practically taste him in the back of my throat.

He angled his pelvis in an upward motion again, this time hitting a spot inside me that had drool leaking from the corner of my mouth.

“Oh God, tha— That’s good.”

At that, he drew his hips back and, before I could catch my breath, slammed home inside me, making me groan with pain-laced pleasure.

Fuck.

I leaned down and brushed my mouth against his ear. “This patient is ready for her fluids, Dr. Rook,” I moaned in a low whisper, threaded with both fear and pleasure.

It was a gamble, using his formal title. The dark thrill of his forbidden name on my lips was too much to resist.

His eyes sparked. This time, I knew I’d seen a flicker of green around his pupils, like a shooting star searing the night sky. One blink and I’d have missed it.