“Rafe…oh God, Rafe! I’m gonna come,” she bit the words out through gritted teeth, and those blessed tears I craved slipped from her eyes.

I licked each salty drop from her cheek and let her shame linger on my tongue. “You’re not coming,” I said, clutching her throat and angling her neck to the side. I sank my teeth into tender, creamy skin and clamped down harder when a screeching cry tore from her lips. My dick celebrated that wail.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cry for me. Fight me.”

“Can’t…stop…it.” Her voice lilted into a continuous moan that wrecked me as her pussy clenched.

She wasn’t fighting, wasn’t struggling or begging. She was fucking getting off.

Oh fuck no. She would struggle.

I inhaled deeply, seeking absolute control because anything less was dangerous. It’d been too long since I’d experienced the addictive rush of adrenaline flooding my system, a high I only achieved by stealing someone’s breath and sanity, when I was God to them in those seconds when they straddled the line of life and death at my hands.

I couldn’t screw this up because no matter what I told her, she meant too much. I wanted her struggle and her terror, but I didn’t want to kill her. I tightened my fingers around her throat, adding just enough pressure to restrict the blood flow to her brain.

She writhed like a rabid animal, her fingernails digging into any part of me she could reach. Blood rushed my cock, and I’d never felt so hard, so insane and frantic as I rammed her from behind. Her body bowed backward, and I counted the seconds as I came. She relaxed in my arms as the last bit of pleasure shot from my dick. I withdrew, heart pumping too fast, and laid her limp body onto the mattress.

9. Regret - Alex

9. REGRET - ALEX

Strong, muscular arms surrounded me as I gasped, and I clawed at my throat, fighting against the horrifying experience of not being able to breathe. Despite the disorientation and confusion, I sank deeper into his warmth, loving how his body folded around mine. I coughed and gasped some more, and little by little, clarity returned. Cold, harsh reality doused the warm and fuzzies.

Rafe had tried to choke me.

I struggled from his hold and made it to the edge of the bed before he trapped me in his arms again. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You fucking choked me!”

“You fucking came.”

“Are you trying to kill me? Do you hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you that much, Alex.” He moved one arm from my waist and wound a fist in my hair. “You need to remember I’m the one in control here. Just because you have a hot pussy doesn’t mean you can disobey me. When I say no orgasms, I mean no orgasms.”