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I didn’t listen. Why would I? He couldn’t expect to boss me around and fuck me at the same time.

I ground against him; the friction of the tight fit of his cock buried deep inside me sent shivers down my spine.

“You fucking brat,” he said, his voice unsteady. “Fine. You want to play? You got it.” He flicked my nipple before tugging my piercing again.

He kept me in that strange limbo between pain and pleasure, and I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed that kind of play until now.

“I was trying to go easy on you, but you want to test me.” His growl vibrated against my skin. “You always test me.”

Without warning, his fingers curled around my hip, and he withdrew his cock, only to slam back into me so hard I squealed at the sharp bite of pain.

The hand covering my breast slid to my mouth, silencing me as he breathed against my ear. “You don’t want to wake Zeke, right?”

I shook my head, whining as he bit my ear.

He grunted when he started thrusting into me at a rough pace, jolting my body, but his firm hold on my mouth and hip kept me from moving away.

Panting heavily against his hand, I moaned, releasing any pretense of resistance and giving Cyn full permission to use my body.

He clutched me to his body, his hand sliding around to my clit, pinching, pulling, and flicking the little nub. The mix of pain and pleasure sent shivers through me.

He angled my head back, his breath tickling my ear before his lips pressed against my skin. “Think I don’t want to fuck you now?” He rotated his hips, grinding into me. I groaned low and long. “Answer me.”

I whimpered against his hand, unable to say anything. When he lifted his fingers, I gasped.

“Answer me, Raelynn,” he demanded again, cuffing my throat.

My hands shot up to cover his, but when he didn’t hurt me or deny my breath, I lowered them to grasp the edge of the mattress.

“No,” I whined. “I don’t think that.”

His chuckle, a sinister rasp, echoed as his fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air. He whispered in my ear, “You’re right,” before releasing my throat, clamping his hand over my mouth again. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.”

He tightened his hold on my face, fingers pressing into my cheeks. It was the only warning he gave before he pounded into me harder than before.

I couldn’t fight the force of my climax as it slammed into me, dragging me over the edge with a scream against his warm hand.

“Fuck yes.” He dragged his teeth over my shoulder. “You squeeze my cock so good.” He groaned, clamping his mouth over the fleshy area between my neck and shoulder, sucking my skin into his mouth, no doubt leaving another mark the ones I knew his hands left on my body.

He slowed his thrusts as I came down, his hand moving from my mouth to cup my breasts. The stark contrast of roughness to tenderness threw me off-kilter, and I whimpered, tears building in my eyes.

I didn’t know how to process it.

As if he sensed the change in me, he wrapped both arms around me and held me close—almost tenderly. He brushed his lips across my shoulder, then pressed his face against the side of my neck.

He said nothing, but the comfort of his scent and the embrace of his arms was enough to bring me back from wherever I went.

I blamed how long it’d been since I slept with a man for my weird reaction, but I didn’t understand the care he showed me.

This wasn’t the Cyn I knew.

This wasn’t our dynamic.

He challenged me, and I met every challenge head-on. He might have called me a brat, but with him, I enjoyed defying him and releasing all my pent-up frustrations. It felt therapeutic. Instinctively, I knew he liked it, too. I didn’t understand how, but I wondered if it felt liberating for him, too.

When my emotions stabilized, he gripped my hip. He thrust into me, keeping a steady pace. Not as violent as before, but enough I sensed another orgasm building.

“I should fill you up,” he said, voice tense. “Fill you up and brand you so you remember this night because it will never happen again.” His hips rolled against me, lips brushing my shoulder. “Even if you beg for it.” His voice cracked as he whispered, “Never again.”