Raw, A Dark Romance (13 page)

His hand cupped my cheek again. “What is it about you? You’re nothing like what I thought I would ever find. Nothing. But I can’t…” He jerked his hand away.

My heart lurched. “I think I’m going to die. Your torture is so sweet.”

“No, you won’t die. But you may wish you would.” He forced my head to the side and suckled on my earlobe, chuckling when I let out a little squeak. “I enjoy torturing you, esclavo. More than I could have imagined. I may have to torture you for the next three days. Without stopping.”

Three days straight? No. “Oh God.”

“I tried to warn you.” He nipped my neck. “Do you want to leave?”

Another blast of erotic heat blazed through my body. “No. But I’m burning inside. It’s unbearable.” I squirmed.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry.

“Please don’t apologize. Just help me.”

“Help you? Don’t you remember? I’m punishing you.” He nipped my collarbone, my neck, a nipple. “You understand now, don’t you? Pleasure can be punishment.”

I most certainly did understand. Those little sharp nips were making my muscles jerk into tight, painful knots and the air gust from my lungs. “Oh God,” I murmured as I squeezed my inner muscles around aching, pulsing emptiness.

“Patience, esclavo. You must learn patience.”

Please, I was in no mood for a lesson in patience. I whimpered to let him know that.

And then he had mercy. At last. He touched me again.  There. Between my legs. But the touch was too soft. And much too brief. I jerked, legs, arms, chest tight.

“I’ve just begun.” His tongue drew a slick, meandering line up the inside of my thigh, moving closer, closer to my center. He audibly inhaled. “You smell good. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Taste me? Hadn’t he done that already?

Or did he mean…?

The pounding of my heartbeat was almost painful. It sent bursts of heat pulsing through my whole body, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I couldn’t help rocking my hips forward and back in time to the thrumming beat pounding through me.

A second soft touch nearly made me crazy with need. I clenched and relaxed the heated tissues, wishing something would slip inside to stroke away my suffering.

“So wet,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I muttered. “And burning all over.”

“Mmmm.” His fingertip slipped between my folds but didn’t pierce my opening.

I tensed up. My legs trembled. The air rushed from my lungs. “Please,” I whispered again, this time on a moan.

“Is this what you need?” His finger pushed a little deeper, slipping between my nether lips and barely dipping into my tight channel.

A white hot inferno blazed through my insides. Yes, yes, yes, that was what I wanted. But deeper. Harder. “Yessss.” I arched my back, wishing his invading digit would plunge inside, all the way.

“Damn, you’re so wet and tight,” Kace murmured as he audibly inhaled.

He touched me again, parting my outer lips to expose my slick folds. I felt so exposed and vulnerable. And that only made the fire within me burn hotter. “Damn, it seems you will torment me too.”

Dipping his head lower, he flicked his tongue over my exposed clit.

“Oh, God.” My stomach spasmed at his brief touch. I moaned. Something inside me snapped.

There was no denying myself. I couldn’t play this game with him any longer. I had to have him. I had to know how it would feel to have his cock thrust deep inside. I had to know how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around me and his screams of release echoing in my ears.

But first, I had to come. This torment had to end.

He worked his tongue over my clit, and I squirmed beneath him, soaring toward release. But just as that delicious swirling heat was about to blaze through my whole body, he stopped licking my clit and fingering my pussy. Just long enough for the heat to cool a little.

The bastard.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I did both.

His head was between my legs, those sexy dark waves within reach but I couldn’t curl my fingers in them and pull. I couldn’t hold him in place until I exploded. His shoulder and arm muscles were clenched, the sinewy lines sculpted. His was a body made for pleasure. My pleasure. In my mind’s eye, I could see myself bound, arms and legs spread, and him completely nude, his thick, long cock slamming into me.

He pushed his tongue deeper, plunging it into my opening and my inner thighs burned as I fought the restraints, trying to open my legs wider for him. More. I needed more. I wouldn’t be satisfied until his cock was buried inside me, to the hilt.

Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod. I was in hell. I was in heaven. I was…ohgod. Dying from the pleasure. This guy…what he could do with his tongue. It was magical. It was wicked.

I was hot. Everywhere. Tight. Everywhere. On the verge of release. I was trembling. Sweating. Breathless.

And then he stopped again.

“No!” I screamed, gasping and writhing.

He could he be so cruel?

His tongue began dancing over my clit again, and the tendrils of desire coiled through my body once more. Surely he would let me come this time. He wouldn’t make me suffer anymore.

Tears were streaming down my face, fast and hard.

“I didn’t want to…” he muttered.

His finger pressed deeper into my tight channel. My muscles spasmed. A second finger joined the first, stretching me. Oh, the sensation was delicious. My inner walls clamped tight around those invading digits and a tsunami blasted through me.

My whole body spasmed as I came. My pussy walls rhythmically clenched his fingers as they stroked me deep inside. The sound of my cries of pleasure echoed through the room. The smell of my need hung sweet and heavy in the air.

Mercy. He’d shown me mercy. At last.

I was so grateful I wept.

Watching him through bleary eyes, I tracked his movements as he unfastened the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. As he worked, he was silent, his expression brooding and dark.

What was he thinking?

Was there any way to make him tell me?

After what we had just shared, I ached for any connection with him I could have. I hungered for his companionship, his trust.

His friendship.

Was that more than he was willing to give?

Fuck me. I’m too fucking weak. I don’t deserve this. None of it. Pleasure. That’s for good guys. Fucking princes. Not bastards like me. Monsters. Who destroy women who trust them, who love them. –Kace R.

“Are you angry?” I muttered, unable to remain silent for another second. The lingering twitches of that insanely explosive orgasm were still prickling through my insides. And I was still as nude and vulnerable as I’d been when he’d made me come. Kace had just unshackled my wrists and ankles. I’d just sat up. And he was right there, sitting beside me. Sitting, and staring straight ahead. This awful disconnect stretched between us. And I didn’t understand why. It hadn’t been more than a few minutes since Kace had been stroking me to ecstasy. “Kace, are you upset?”

He glared. “What do you think, puta?” He stood, prowling to the opposite side of the room.

He was pissed. But why? I was so bewildered by his sudden change in attitude I didn’t know how to respond. This guy was seriously bipolar.

Standing, and following him, I set one hand on his shoulder. “Did I do something wrong?”

He stepped away. One step. Just to make a point.

Ass-hat.

Why was he doing this? Why?

Suddenly feeling cold, and hot, with fury, I wrapped my arms around my naked body. “Fuck you!”

He whirled around, grabbed me and slammed me against something big and hard behind me so I was pinned between it and his big, furious bulk.

But I was not intimidated. Hell no.

“What is your problem?” I snapped as I stared into his dark eyes.

“You.”

“Me? Why?”

“Because.” His jaw was gritted so tightly I thought he might shatter all his teeth. And his face was the shade of a tomato. I knew what this man was capable of. I’d not only seen him in action, I’d felt him in action. My ass was still sore from the last time he’d taken out his frustration on me. But I was too wound up by his juvenile reaction to give a damn.

“I didn’t do a damn thing to you,” I shouted, unleashing my frustration. “I didn’t whip you until you could barely stand. I didn’t seduce you until you’d forgotten everything you’d ever thought was important--”

“Yes.” He gripped my chin and squeezed. “You have done something to me. You’ve seduce me until I’ve forgotten everything. And more. You’ve done so much more.”

My heart jerked. I’d seduced him? “How? When?”

“Since the first minute I saw you. You’ve made me want you. You’ve made me need you. I fucking can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t do anything but come crawling back to you.”

“Oh yeah, well why don’t you whip me some more?” I dared, so furious I was trembling all over. He was blaming me for all of this? I hadn’t tried to seduce him. Quite the opposite. I’d tried to run. I’d fought. I’d…defied him at every turn. Was that what he considered seduction? “Maybe another whipping will teach me a lesson.”

His eyes narrowed to glittering slits. His grip on my chin tightened. But I didn’t wince. I didn’t cry out. I welcomed the pain. “I should.”

I gave him stink eyes right back. “Do. It.”

“I will.”

“So quit talking. Fucking do it!”

Silent but seething, he hauled me back to the big X and chained me to it, my back facing out. Then he went in search of his trusty whip.

I stood there, shaking all over, absolutely livid. What the fuck? I was so tired of these games he played. If he didn’t like what was going on, why the hell did he make me come back here? Why? One minute he was kind, gentle, caring, the next he was seething, furious. It was enough to drive anyone crazy.

And yet, I knew if he unlocked me and let me go, I wouldn’t walk out the door. I wouldn’t.

“Say
rojo
, red, when you can’t take any more. Do you hear me, esclavo? Rojo.”

“Rojo,” I echoed, trying to sound bored. He could beat me until I collapsed. I was not saying that fucking word. He would not break me. Nobody would.

And as far as the pain went, it was all for her, for my brave, loving, selfless little sister. I’d known, when I had agreed to come back to this godawful place, that this was most likely going to happen. So, here I was. Once again. About to get whipped. At least there was a purpose in it all.

This time, instead of striking my ass, he hit my back, with some kind of whip with a lot of tails on it. The pain wasn’t as sharp, more of a dull thump, but more spread out. It was more than tolerable. So I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in all memories and images, good and bad. Of my sister and I playing. And sharing secrets. And crying. And holding each other when we were afraid.

“Say it, esclavo. Dammit. Rojo!” I heard him yell. I had no idea how many times he’d struck me. I wasn’t keeping track.

My lips sealed. I shook my head and braced myself for more.

They came and with them my tears and guilt streamed from my body. Yes, at last I was getting what I’d been searching for all this time, since I’d done the cowardly thing and run. I’d left my sister with that bastard. I’d known what would happen to her. But I’d been too weak, too selfish, to think about it. I’d just run to save my own ass.

All these years, I’d been looking for a chance to redeem myself, to pay the price for my weakness, my selfishness.

Every lash was for her. A punishment for a crime nobody but I knew about. And I accepted every one of them with gratitude.

I don’t know if he realized how grateful I was for the pain. I doubt he could know. But that didn’t matter. It was real. And it was right. And it was all for her, for
Karrie. Every tear. Every drop of blood. Shed because of all the blood and tears she had shed for me.

If only I’d been stronger. If only.

Then she would still be alive.

“More,” I yelled. “Give me more.”

“No!”

He slammed the whip on the floor and yanked at the cuffs holding my arms and legs in place. While he worked, a stream of Spanish flew from his mouth, too fast and too angry for me to comprehend a word of it. Once he had me unbuckled he jerked me around. “What the fuck is this?” he demanded. “Do you wish me to kill you?”

My gaze met his.

Peace. All I felt was peace. Even staring this furious Spaniard in the eye. It was wonderful.

I smiled, and something inside him snapped. He jerked me against him and kissed me. His kiss was full of fury and passion.

His mouth punished me far worse than his whip could. It made me want him. It made me need him. It made me so desperate for his touch that I writhed against him, grinding my hips so the hard lump in his pants hit me at just the right spot.