Haunting-Adeline

“Zade, please,” I whimper, my vision blurred from the tears and chest
ght due to lack of oxygen. I’m not even sure what I’m begging for—my life
or the innocent men I’ve just put on death row.
“That’s such a good girl,” he praises. “I love it when you’re scared and
begging.”
Just when I finally think I can breathe again, he steals it right back. His
lips seal over mine in an electrifying kiss. My nails claw against his chest,
earning me a low growl as he consumes my mouth with his own.
The energy between us crackles and explodes as we both drink from
each other. Sparks of fire and the taste of bi er wine invade my tongue.
Poison has never tasted so good.
As our tongues fight for dominance, he grips my waist and li s me
effortlessly. My legs ins nc vely curl around his trim waist just as I feel the
cool glass press against my back.
The temperature warring in my body feels just like his yin-yang eyes. The
chill from the mirror threatens to send shivers curling through my body, yet
the press of his body against my own is scorching hot.
A sharp bite of my pain on either side of my hips has me gasping into his
mouth. In one swi tug, he rips my thong away from my body, the
shredded fabric ge ng trapped somewhere between our bodies.
He pulls away and posi ons the head of his cock at the entrance.
“Spread your pussy for me, li le mouse,” he orders. I open my mouth to
argue, ready to tell him to just fuck me, but the look on his face renders me
speechless.
Frustra on moun ng, I reach both hands between our bodies and do as
he says. A red flush stains my chest as I spread myself apart. It’s demeaning
when he knows I’m not supposed to want it.
He knows I want him to force himself inside me. And as punishment for
insul ng him, he’s going to make me show him how much I want him. By
spreading my pussy and invi ng him in.
God, I hate him.
His hands ghten on my hips painfully. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up with
handprint bruises, and a part of me dreads that. It will be impossible to
forget what happened when I’m wearing the imprint of his hands on my
skin.