Chapter 45
MADISON
Pierce leaned over me. “Do you have a death wish?”
I pulled on my restrained wrists. “No.”
His gaze focused on my mouth. “Stop saying that word.”
“You just asked…”
“I know what I asked. Stop saying no to me.”
“Is anyone allowed to say no to you?”
His lips quirked into a dangerous smile. “No.”
The blood rushed in my ears. I could no longer look him in the eye. It was too terrifying. Still, I had to… “No.”
Maybe I did have a death wish.
His hand slipped from my cheek to wrap around my throat. “What did you just say?”
I tilted my head back to ease his grip. He wasn’t cutting off my breath but restricting it. “You heard me. No. To answer your question, I won’t marry you.”
I definitely had a death wish.
Or maybe I’d just had enough of being pushed and pulled around.
He climbed onto the bed, settling his weight between my thighs and hovering menacingly over me. “It was a command, not a question. I don’t need an answer from you.”
A flash of lightning lit his face in an unholy glow.
His hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. How was he hard again?
My abdomen tightened as I resisted the urge to squirm beneath him.
Narrowing my eyes, I still defied him. “I think the priest will require one.”
“Not the one I hire. Haven’t you learned by now, babygirl? Everyone. And I do mean everyone, can be bought. Not even the sanctity of the church is beyond a price tag.”
I wet my lips, not missing how his gaze zeroed in on my mouth. “Not me.”
His fingers moved over my jaw as the tips caressed my lower lip. “No, not you,” he murmured, almost to himself.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I tried to twist away but he held me in place. His tongue forced its way in, sliding along mine, making me melt. And just like when he forced his cock inside, I couldn’t remember why I’d been fighting it.
“I know you can’t be bought, baby girl. Which is why I’m not trying to buy you…I’m just going to take you.”
He shifted his hips.
I moaned as the head of his cock pushed against my slick entrance. I was sore from the hard pounding he had given me earlier in the tub, but was still wet for him.
I tried to turn my head, breaking his grasp. “Don’t do this, Pierce.”
He thrust.
I cried out as he pushed inside me.
Filling me.
Dominating me.
My body stretched and adjusted to the intrusion of his thick shaft as it pulsed hot, hard, and deep.
I braced for his next thrust, but it didn’t come.
He stilled, placing his forearms on either side of my head, bracketing me. “You can’t win against me. Submit.”
I moaned as my pussy clenched. Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew I should not take the bait…but then we wouldn’t be us…twisted, fucked up us…if I didn’t. “Never. I’ll run. The first chance I get. You’ll never find me.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
His silvery eyes gleamed. “If my asshole brother wasn’t actively trying to kill us both, I honestly would love nothing better than to prove to you how there isn’t a corner on this entire great earth where you would be able to hide from me, my little mouse.”
He ran his nose along my jaw, his warm breath tickling my neck.
“If we had the time I’d show you how much you’d love being mine.
How you’d love the chase, almost as much as you’d love being caught.
I can see it in your eyes every time I claim this sweet cunt, every time you come apart on my cock.
You were born for this. For me. But I don’t have the time to coax you to admit the truth, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. ”
Before I could object, his mouth sealed over mine. His tongue swept inside, overtaking all my senses and stealing my breath, again.
I pulled on my wrist restraints as he moved his hand to cup my breast and then twist my nipple, sending a pleasurable shock of pain up my spine. I bit down hard on his lip in response, only releasing when the coppery tang of blood teased the tip of my tongue.
Pierce reared his head back. He swept his tongue over his lower lip to lick the drop of blood I had drawn.
The crack and pop from the logs on the fire mixed with our heavy breathing.
Another loud crack of thunder interrupted the moment, shattering the night.
We both turned to face the massive arched Tudor windows across from the bed.
A shower of gleaming sparks rose from a nearby oak tree as a bolt of lightning hit it, separating a heavy branch from its trunk mooring.
It crashed through the window, sending a shower of glass shards cascading down onto the bed as the wind and rain whipped the gauzy curtains into a frenzy.
I screamed as Pierce wrenched the knot securing my wrists free and wrapped his arms around my middle in one move. He rolled us off the bed, absorbing the impact onto the plush Persian wool carpet with his shoulder.
We were still joined as he rolled one more time until I was once again pinned underneath him in front of the fire. The elemental howling wind, icy rain, and raging fire surrounded us as he heaved his muscled form over me, grasped my right knee, pulled my leg up over his hip, and thrust hard.
My fingernails dug into his chest as my screams vied with the raging storm outside.
Pierce’s hips moved faster, pounding harder and harder into me in counterpoint to the sudden pounding on the bedroom door.
“Sir? Sir? Is everything all right? We heard glass breaking! Sir?”
That we had an audience just on the other side of the door while we rutted like wild animals before a fire only spurred on our frenzied primal coupling.
The servants continued to bang on the door as I wrapped my legs around his hips. My heels dug into his firm ass, pushing him deeper, harder.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed against my neck before biting my shoulder. “Pull my cock in closer. Take all of me.”
I bit his earlobe. “This means nothing. I’m leaving you the second you turn your back. You can’t watch me forever.”
He moved to suck my nipple between his teeth as he stared darkly up at me. Flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue, he swirled and laved and sucked on it before wrapping his hand around my throat and looking deep into my eyes.
“Bring it on, babygirl. You’ll never escape me. You belong to me now.”