Page 182 of Fractured Fate

Her breath hitched again in response to both the command and the touch.

She sucked in her stomach, back arching, when his teeth dragged down between her breasts and across her belly. The sensations were magnified because the shirt held her not only bound, but also blindfolded to what he did to her. She trusted him, and he knew it, so she didn’t fight him on this new dynamic they’d fallen into. She liked it.

He didn’t touch her or do anything else for a moment, but then his body heat cloaked her body, his breath fanning over her lips. His lips hovered inches from hers. What did she look like to him like this?

Her lips parted on a whimper at the bruising grip of his hands on the back of her thighs beneath her knees, pushing her legs up. But nothing she felt before compared to the explosion of pleasure that came when he sank himself deep inside her in one hard thrust.

Aiden wasn’t gentle.

He rutted into her like a feral beast, hips slapping against her backside as he pressed his entire body weight into her, pushing her knees to her chest.

She cried out when he slammed into her and rotated his hips, lifting his body from hers to angle himself inside her to brush across that sweet spot.

Moving his hands to her waist, he slid her down the bed, positioning her into his lap with her upper body lying on the bed. Her limp legs draped over his thighs, forcing her back to arch. She could do nothing to stop it with her arms bound, and she loved it. The way he manhandled her body like she was his own personal plaything made her core clench around him.

He cursed, pausing his thrusts, holding himself deep inside her.

A sharp smack rang out into the room, and she yelped as a mixture of pleasure-pain flared out over her hip. He didn’t spank her hard, but enough that she felt the sting.

“The things you do to me.” His hands settled above her hipbones, giving her a little squeeze. “I want to ruin you. Make you unable to walk or sit down without remembering what it felt like to have my cock buried inside of you.”

She moaned and rocked her hips against his lap, encouraging him to move. The new sensations from his spanks to the added thrill of losing one of her senses, heightening all the others, brought her close to the edge.

Another smack.

“I’m in control here, Kitten. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to.”

Her eyes widened behind the blindfold. The way he spoke when he let himself go sounded dirtier than she ever did.

“You like that, don’t you?” Judging by the way he flexed his fingers and his muttered curses when her walls clenched around him and fresh arousal pooled at his words, he already knew the answer. Slowly, he slid almost out of her. “Being my kitten.” He punched his hips forward, and she gasped. “Me telling you all the depraved things I want to do to you.” Another thrust. His voice lowered. “You like me in control, don’t you?”

She squirmed against him as he slowly rocked into her.

“Don’t you?” His voice hardened. “Tell me. Say it.”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back when he began thrusting into her hard and fast.

“Good fucking girl.”

The brief vulnerability he showed when he first asked her about being his kitten was long gone. Was it because their bond was growing? Was it the grip a Vasirian’s primal side had ramping up his natural personality? There might be some truth to that, but they had since grown comfortable with one another. Comfortable enough to let go and show the other parts of themselves they hadn’t shown another.

In her case, she didn’t even know she was into any of this until he opened her mind to it. Now, she couldn’t imagine things any other way. But she knew deep down she could never submit to anyone else like she did to Aiden. Even if he left her tomorrow, she didn’t see herself surrendering to another man the way she did him.

His hands roamed as his movements slowed again. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was edging her, or himself. Every time her insides fluttered, he would slow. Considering the way he jerked himself before sliding inside her, she found it surprising that he hadn’t come. She suspected the brief moments of reprieve gave him a chance to calm down.

“I need to see you.”

She gasped when he pinched her nipples as his hands made their way up to her shirt, slipping it over her head, freeing her arms. Her eyes met his, and her mouth dropped open.

The once dark forest color that made up his irises now looked like deep emeralds glowing against his dark eyelashes. Breathtaking.

Every muscle in his body appeared taut, as if even though he wasn’t gentle with her, he was still holding himself back. What would it be like if he succumbed to his most primal urges?

She swallowed. She knew why he was holding back.

Aiden had the strength to hurt her without tapping into his preternatural side. To anyone on the outside, it would seem like he was losing control with her, but he had the ultimate control. Not just over her, but over himself. He had the power to kill her, but he didn’t. He pulled his bites, his smacks, his grip. He might leave bruises she would cherish for days, but he would never hurt her with the intent of causing genuine harm.

Her heart swelled as a feeling she’d never experienced before washed over her. His eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. Could he feel what she was feeling at this moment?