He squeezes me tighter to him and I undulate uncontrollably until I come with a loud shriek.
When I slump forward, he rolls me off him and sits up. His face is shining with my juices, and I moan at the sight.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” He pushes to his knees and moves behind me. Grabbing my legs, he flips me to my stomach. I’m so relaxed from my first orgasm, I’m as pliant as a doll. He can move and position me however he wants. Once I’m on my stomach, he grabs my hips and raises my ass into the air.
He rises up behind me and takes his dick in his hand to rub the head up and down my folds, teasing me.
“Saint, please,” I breathe. How am I already this ready for more? That last orgasm wrecked me, but here I am, hungry for him to fill me.
God, I’m such a sellout.
“That’s right,” he murmurs massaging my ass cheek with his hand. “Beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want it.”
I don’t want to beg, but I know he won’t give me what I’m desperate for unless I give him what he demands.
“I want it,” I say, arching my back in invitation. “Please.”
He chuckles, and it’s an evil sound that makes me shiver.
“That’s my little masochist,” he growls, spanking me again. “No one else gets to see you like this, do you understand?”
I shake my head against the mattress. “No one else. Just you.”
It’s true. I can’t imagine acting this way with anyone else. Saint has this strange power over me. He reduces me to nothing but a bitch in heat, desperate for release. I know I’m going to hate myself later, after he’s gone. I’m going to regret this night and letting him do whatever he wants to me.
Right now, though, I don’t care. That’s all future Mallory’s problem. Present Mallory is wet and willing and eager for him to fuck her until her teeth rattle.
“No one.” He spanks me again. And again. And again. “Not fucking Liam. Not fucking Porter. No one!”
My fingers curl into the sheets and I whimper each time his palm lands on my ass. He’s punishing me, and I like it. I like feeling the heat radiating off my skin after the sharp sting of his slaps. He begins massaging my sore flesh in between each blow, and the pain morphs into the strangest pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Jealous, angry Saint is driving me insane. When he stops spanking me, he lines himself up with my entrance and shoves inside without warning. I cry out, and he begins moving against me, hard, from behind. Reaching down my back, he balls up my tank top and pulls me up so that my back is pressed against his front. He bares my breasts and palms them, pinching my nipples as he thrusts into me over and over again.
I throw my arms up and over to slide my fingers into his hair and pull him down as I tilt my chin up. Pressing my lips to his, I coax him into a kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We lap at each other and I hang on tight to him as he squeezes my breasts with both his hands and thrusts his hips.
Breaking our kiss, he buries his face against my shoulder, biting me gently.
“I’m the only one,” he murmurs. “You belong to me, Mallory. Only me. I’m going to fuck Porter’s memory right out of you, so the only person you ever think of is me. Got it?”
I want to tell him I’ve already stopped thinking of Porter like that. It’s already only him. He consumes my mind day and night.
I can’t admit that, though. Not now, not ever. That’ll give him far too much power over me, and he already has so much. So, I stay silent, pressing my lips tight together.
He doesn’t like that. Not one bit. He snakes one hand up my torso and wraps his fingers around my throat again.
“Answer me, Mallory,” he says at my ear, tightening his fingers until I gasp. “You’ll only think of me from now on, understand?”
I release a low moan when his other hand finds my clit and begins rubbing it, hard.
“I’ll only think of you,” I whimper. I’m so close now that I’ll say almost anything so that he’ll let me come.
“That’s my good, obedient girl.” He shoves me forward again, and I catch myself on my hands. Grabbing hold of my hips, he begins to pound into me at a brutal pace, and I come undone.
I bury my face into the mattress and scream as I come even harder than the first time. Saint leans over me, crushing me flat into the bed as he pistons his cock into me, chasing his own release. His roar rings in my ear as he comes inside me. It doesn’t even cross my mind how stupid and thoughtless we’re being because the only thing I can think about is how amazing it feels.
When it’s all over and we’re both spent, he moves off of me to collapse at my side. We’re silent as we catch our breaths, and slowly, the fog of lust and anger that had settled over my brain begins to recede and disgust comes crashing in to take its place.
What have I done?
I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest, shame making my cheeks heat. Saint is stretched out across the bed, his arms tucked behind his head and a satisfied smirk on his face as he gazes up at me.
“Is there a problem, Mallory?” he asks, his tone vicious and teasing. “You don’t look like a girl who’s just been well fucked, which I know for a fact you are.”
Arrogant prick. This didn’t mean shit to him, did it? He’s still playing his stupid fucking games, and I keep falling for his tricks and smooth words.
“Get out,” I snap.
He arches a brow but makes no move to leave.
“You sure that’s what you want?” he drawls, reaching down to give his still semi-hard cock a suggestive stroke. “Wouldn’t you rather I stay and fuck you all night?”
I tear my eyes away from his dick and meet his gaze.
“No, I want you gone,” I insist. Wrapping the sheet more securely around my torso, I scramble to get out of the bed. “I’m such a fucking idiot. I shouldn’t have let this happen again.”
“That’s likely true,” he agrees with a cruel chuckle. Thankfully, though, he sits up and moves to get out of the bed.
“I hate you so much,” I hiss. “I swear to God, I’ll never make this mistake again.”
As he pulls on his pants, he shakes his head and looks at me like he thinks I’m an adorable little idiot.
“The sooner you realize you’re incapable of resisting me, the better it’ll be for you.”
I dodge him as he moves closer to me to pick his shirt up off the floor. He maintains heavy eye-contact with me as he slips it back over his head.
“Fuck off, Saint,” I growl.
That stupid smirk still in place, he prowls toward me, backing me into my dresser. I’m terrified he’s going to kiss me again to prove his point, but instead he grabs my chin and forces my eyes to meet his.
“You’re not going to win this game, Mallory,” he murmurs. “I make the rules, and I can change them whenever I want to. All you can do is what I want you to do.”
I rip my chin from his hold.
“Get out,” I say again.
Winking at me, he turns and makes his way to the door. I don’t move until he’s completely gone, then I hurry to get dressed on the off chance he comes back.
I begin to pace back and forth across my room, my mind a riot. Why did I do that? Why did I give into him again? Every time, no matter how terribly he acts, whenever Saint touches me, I lose my fucking mind.