CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Raina
“ O h fuck,” I sputter before any other words pop into my head.
Connor stands in front of one of the worktables that is covered in black velvet with leather restraints at the end of sparkling chains. Candlelight flickers, throwing shadows against the tiled walls and dancing over his shirtless body.
Taut muscles make up every inch of him. Coiled restraint radiates off him. His expressionless eyes watch me. There’s no emotion. No softness. Just hunger.
He moves toward me, slow and deliberate. He’s a dark storm cloud approaching. He’s the wolf who’s already cornered the rabbit.
“I was supposed to get here first and hide,” I whisper, edging back.
He stalks me with his head tilted slightly. “You’re smart, Raina. Fast. Tactical. But you’re not me.”
There’s no more room to back away. My spine hits the cool wall, crying with condensation.
Connor stops inches from me. His fingertips close around my throat to the hollow between my collarbone. He then drags them lower until they hook into the waistband of my leggings.
“I gave you a head start,” he says, deep and lethal. “I will not give you any mercy.”
“Mercy?” I say, my heart kicking my ribs.
“From what I have planned for you. The deepest penetration of my cock in every hole, all to prove who you belong to.”
“Holy shit.” I slip out from under his arm, but screech, seeing Blade smile from the other side of the passageway door.
“Lock it, Blade,” Connor barks. “And I don’t care what you hear in here, you do not enter.”
“Yes, boss.” The door slams shut, and a lock clicks on the top of the frame.
The sound jerks my chin back in Connor’s direction, and blood drains from my face.
“What... What was that?”
“Oh, you didn’t see that deadbolt in the top corner, did you?”
“No.”
“Thought you had me all figured out.” His shoulders set back.
“You think you had me all figured out,” I sass him.
“Not at all.” He barks a laugh. “And I don’t want to figure you out. I want to wake up and think, what the fuck will happen today? What kind of crazy shit is my venom going to pull today? But tonight, it’s my turn. Now get on that table.”
“No.” I stomp my foot.
“Did you just seriously tell me no?”
“Yes. And no is a complete sentence.” I raise my chin, all smug.
“Un-fucking-acceptable. Now you’re going to find out the hard way what happens when you fucking disobey me.” He unlocks a safe and takes out a gun.
“Wait.” I back away.
He lifts it to me and pulls the trigger. I wait for a deafening blast, but there’s only a zipping sound.
Feeling a sting on my neck, I drop to the floor and everything goes black.
MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN . With a dry mouth and lips pressed into soft velvet, I lift my head and try to rub my eyes. Something tugs my arm.
What the hell?
I glance left and right, then gasp seeing leather cuffs around my wrists and steel chains tying me down. I try to kick, but my legs are tied down, too. From what I feel, the same cuffs are wrapped around my ankles.
“You’re awake,” Connor growls.
He prowls into my line of sight since I can’t turn over.
He’s shirtless and changed into sweatpants.
Holding a dart, he says, “I didn’t want to hurt you. So, I drugged you. I knew you’d put up a fight, but when I say I’m in charge of a fucking scene, I’m in charge.”
He tosses the dart on a counter next to the gun he used earlier and approaches me. His hand skims across my back and down to my ass. The warmth of his skin signals I’m completely naked and spread-eagled.
I should be scared, but I’m exhilarated.
He licks a finger and teases the rim of my ass. “This delicious hole is mine. I waited for it.”
I tense, feeling a slick finger probe my seam.
“Christ, you want to give that to me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I purr and I can’t help it.
“Has any man been inside this ass?” he whispers tentatively, like he can’t bear my answer.
But I’m not here to give him any mercy. “None of your fucking business,” I answer to torture him.
“That goddamn mouth. I don’t know if I should stick my cock down your throat to teach you a lesson or just climb up on that table and fuck your ass until you scream. ”
I don’t care what you hear in here...
With one finger probing me, his thumb brushes my exposed sex. “By how wet you are, I know you want it all.” He slips from the rim of my ass and massages my ass cheeks. “But first...”
Connor stands in front of me. He’s waist level with the table and my face. He plays with the waistband of his sweats. Growling, he slowly lowers them. A smooth, taut stomach curves down to a delicious V. But he keeps going until his hard cock springs free.
He grips it immediately. “Open, Venom. Get my cock wet.”
“That’s the lube you’ll use to fuck my ass?” I lick my lips.
“I have lube, baby. And I have done anal before. That’s a good thing.
I won’t hurt you.” He lowers his face close to mine.
“But I don’t see a face in my head or remember a name or hear any other past woman’s voice.
You’ve obliterated the memory of every other woman I’ve touched.
You own my brain and my heart.” He kisses me.
It’s punishing and possessive.
He stops and wipes the drool from my lips to coat his cock. “Make me come so I can fuck you for hours tonight.”
I take his cock into my mouth, but face down with my arms pinned, there’s not much I can do except dance my tongue along the ridges. Holding my face gently, Connor does all the work.
“Christ, that is so good.” He keeps up a punishing rhythm, fucking my mouth roughly and completely. “Deeper, baby. Relax your throat. God, yes. Just like that.”
Every time he pulls out, I see how wet his cock is, how it glistens in the dull light behind him. He pops off a few times, the length growing, the width expanding.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he says after a few more minutes and then empties down my throat .
Hot cum fills my mouth, and I work my muscles to swallow it all and not gag.
Connor pulls out and kisses me. “Christ, that was perfect.”
“You deserve most of the credit, seeing you’re just using my body.”
“That’s right.” He grips the messy strands of my fucked up braid. “And I’m not finished.”