Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

The pressure builds despite his horrible words. Despite the awful memory he is taunting me
with. My legs shake as I try to hold on. I claw at the bed sheets and squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel him move closer. He’s so close I feel the heat rolling off his body, then he leans in and
murmurs near my ear, “Do you remember how hard you came as I drove into your pussy, sweetheart?”
My blood freezes in my veins at the absolute perversion of that last remark. “You bastard,” I
whisper.
He grabs my throat, causing my heart to sink with fear as he jams his fingers into me harder,
faster. “Bastard, huh?” His voice is rough, but his fingers are rougher.
My eyes fly open. Everything intensifies. Pleasure and tension twist together inside me and pull
tight. I grab his wrist, as if I can stop him if he really means to harm me.
“If I’m a bastard, I should just fuck you right now. That’s what I want to do. A bastard would
take what he wants regardless of how you feel about it, wouldn’t he?”
Along with all the other tumultuous sensations assaulting my body, my stomach sinks.
The threat should douse the helpless sensations shooting through me, covering my naked body
with a thin sheen of perspiration and turning my muscles to jelly.
They should, but they don’t.
His firm grip on my throat tightening until it scares me, Calvin leans in and practically growls,
“Mark my words, Hallie. I will fuck your cunt raw tonight unless you come for me right now.”
A broken cry slips out of me as my body convulses on command. Ecstasy rushes in and washes
over all the icky, awful feelings. It dims the edges of my vision, turns all my thoughts into a fog of
bright white light. Relief shudders through my body as Calvin gently withdraws his finger. His grip on
my throat eases, though he doesn’t remove it altogether. It becomes more of a caress than a threat.
He looks so pleased with me.
Sliding his other hand beneath my skull and cradling me, he presses a kiss to my forehead and
says, “Oh, Hallie. You’re such a good girl.”
I don’t know what to think, what to feel. A moment ago I thought he might kill me, now he’s
nuzzling me like I’m something precious to him.
I also don’t know what comes next. I did what he told me to, but he didn’t get to come, so will he
do what he threatened anyway? It’s what he wants, and he takes what he wants.
But he doesn’t. Not this time. He moves off me and settles in on his side of the bed, then he
reaches over and drags me closer.
I’ve never been in a situation like this before. If we were a normal couple in bed after sex, I
could let him pull me close. I would wrap my arm around him and snuggle up to him like a lover.
We aren’t lovers, but I have no other frame of reference for what to do here.