And that allowed me to shake my head with my lips still clamped, denying his words, even as I clenched around his fingertips.
“Of course, you don’t want to come,” he said with a bemused chuckle and loosened his grip on my hair.
But then he asked, “Do you need to come, Jasmine?”
And my fingertip grip on my pride slipped. Oh my God… I couldn’t stop myself. I nodded. I nodded.
“That’s what I thought. You can’t deny your pussy. She wants this. She needs it.” He whispered these words into my ear, his tone filthy and cruel. “But you complain so much about the things I make you do, so I’ll give you this choice. My fingers or my cock? Which one does she need?”
Again, I didn’t say anything. But my body wasn’t so circumspect. My hips ground my ass into his erection. Wanting…needing more.
But the cruel Fae King refused to accept that as an answer.
“Choose out loud,” he commanded. His voice was an icy wind in my ear.
So I gave him an answer, small and meek.
And he gripped my ponytail, even tighter than before. “Say that again. I didn’t hear you. And I’m not sure I heard a please.”
“Fuck me with your cock,” I said again. A little louder, a little clearer. I’d been the winner just a few moments before. But now, my body burned, inflamed with a need that came out at a breathy, “Please.”
Another beat of silence. And I began to fear that I’d misread this situation. He’d taken back control so easily. Maybe he was just playing with me. Maybe he had so many girls to choose from, he didn’t even want—
He kicked my legs apart, and there came another shove. This one put him deep inside of me, all the way to the hilt. I let out a surprised gasp and scratched at the glass as my pussy struggled and clenched around the skin-covered steel bar he put inside of me…trying to decide if this was too much even as it clamored for more.
And did I think he was in total control?
He lost whatever grip he had on himself in the next moment. He took me hard and fast against the glass. No more ruthless teasing. No more cold, calculated demands. His voice devolved into angry grunts as he drove himself in and out of me with one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripping my waist.
I hated him. Hated what he did to me and how my body responded.
But as he would say, yet…
He fucked me from behind like an animal, and I came like one underneath him, crying out and clamping down around the cock, I hadn’t realized I needed until he made me beg.
I came helplessly all over the glass. The orgasm was so intense. I doubt I would have been able to stand through it if not for Han holding me up from behind.
He didn’t last much longer after that. A couple of sloppy thrusts, then he yelled out something in Cantonese before he came too with an angry roar.
He emptied inside of me, just like on Valentine’s night. But this time, I could feel his cum, jetting into me in warm, heavy spurts. Until he finally deflated behind me, his angry, pumping hips coming to a final stop.
The hand gripping my hair loosened. “Condom.”
The one word let me know just how far gone I was underneath him. I’d forgotten a condom. We both had.
“It’s okay,” I said, reeling back in my senses. “I have a birth control implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you back in February. But we should both get tested, considering your um…popularity with women.”
I swallowed, hating the weird, jealous feeling the thought of him and other women riled inside of me.
And he slammed his hand into the glass beside my head. His anger vibrated it so hard, I was afraid he might shatter it.
Shatter me.
But no…
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw and guttural.
With those two words, he pulled out. And by the time I turned around to face him, he was all zipped up and smoothing back his ink-black hair.
I’d whipped the towel off before coming out here to confront him, but now I deeply regretted leaving it behind.
I could only imagine the picture we made standing there. Han fully dressed and me naked with his cum running down my leg.
“I haven’t been with anyone since February either,” he told me, his voice quiet. “And I just had my annual physical. I’m clean.”
Relief crashed over my senses. “Seriously?” I couldn’t hide my shock.
“I wouldn’t lie about that,” he answered, his voice harsh. He scraped a hand over his face. “I wouldn’t.”
“Han, I wasn’t accusing you of lying. I was just surprised, is all,” I began to say, suddenly as full of apology now as I’d been full of anger a few minutes ago. “I didn’t….”
