Page 72 of Wicked Games

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles against my lips. “Do you like making love during your period?”

“I haven’t in a long time. There was no reason to, you know?” There’s not much bitterness in my voice anymore. Seth is slowly erasing the last few years I was married to Darren.

“Hmmm,” he hums, but he doesn’t say anything more.

He adds another finger and I suck in a breath. I get sore in more ways than just cramps, and his fingers increase a pressure that’s uncomfortable. Leaving them pushed inside me as far as they can go, he kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. He nibbles on the delicate skin of my nipple, and the slight pain zips to my core. Without meaning to, I push on his shoulder, but that only urges him on, and he bites harder.

“Seth,” I whimper.

“Shh. Lie still.”

I do what he says, and he slides his fingers in and out of me and licks at my other nipple. He bites, and I push back another whimper, even though my muscles clench around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he says, easing his fingers out of me and positioning himself between my legs. “I’m going to come inside you, and then I’ll get you off. Be still now and don’t move.”

“You don’t want me to move?” I ask, confused.

“No. Keep your legs apart, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me back. That’s all you’re allowed to do.”

“Do you like being bossy in bed?” I’m not scared. I mean, I don’t want to be scared.

“I’m not usually like this, but you bring it out in me. I don’t know why. Now lie still, no matter what, do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

He lowers on top of me, and I tense. This is going to hurt, but it’s what I knew would happen when I told him we could make love while I’m on my period. The tip of his cock pushes inside me, and slowly, he keeps going. I do what he said and keep my legs where they are, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him back. He moans, licking me, and he pushes all the way inside me, as far as my body will let him.

The pain flares when he hits my center, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through my body. He feels it, and he stops.

“Does that hurt?”

“Yeah. A little.”

“Okay, I’m not done yet. Breathe.”

I don’t want to tense, but I do, as he slides in farther.

“Does that hurt too?”

I look at him through the fading light. His eyes are concerned, but forceful, if that makes sense, his rigid jaw covered in whiskers. There’s an expression on his face that’s not unkind, but serious, like nothing will stop him from having me the way he wants me.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Relax. I’ve got a bit to go, and I want it, Avery. Give it to me. Please.”

“Okay.”

He grips my ass, slides his hand under my head, and in a motion that I was prepared for but still surprises me, claims me the rest of the way, the tip of his cock slamming into my swollen cervix.

I can’t stay quiet, and I cry out. He covers my mouth with his, swallowing the sob, and he comes, jerking inside me, filling me with hot gobs of semen. I’m sore, fuck am I sore, but I’m happy I could give him something after the nightmare he’s lived through. I shake with the effort of lying still, my body slick with sweat.

His cock stops twitching, and he lowers all his weight on top of me. He hugs me closer and shudders. “Thank you.”

“Was it good?”

“Fuck, yeah. You’re such a sweet girl, Avery. Did it hurt very much?”

“I’m going to need some more ibuprofen after this.”