My eyes rolled back at the thought. I never thought I would be into pain, but when Elis made me hurt myself, I’d never come so hard in my life. There was something freeing about it. It was a big “fuck you” to the world and its expectations. Maybe that was why I liked letting Elis control me so much. With him, I didn’t need to think. All I had to do was follow. The filthy sex with Elis was like a key to my cage, opening the door wide and freeing me.

My body begged for more of him, even though my nerves were so sensitive, I wasn't sure my body could withstand it. He pulled at my nipple with his teeth, and the pain shot through my body, landing in a new and delicious sensation of pleasure at my clit. My eyes focused on his beautiful lips as he pulled away and sucked his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes trained on the point where our bodies were connected.

His thrusts were a perfect rhythm. “Look at how well we fit, Princess. Look at how your pussy works my dick.”

“More. Give me more. Make me forget my name. Please.”

He continued to slam into me methodically with one hand gripping my throat, his fingers pressing into my flesh and taking my breath away. He slid a palm down my leg to reach my clit, massaging and pinching as his fingers roamed my swollen flesh. Choked groans escaped my throat as he played my body like an instrument.

I bit into his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin. Another even more powerful wave of pleasure cascaded through my body, and the sensations racked every nerve ending. The metallic taste of his blood flooded my mouth. I cried out as his body held mine tightly, and he came with a shudder. I soothed him as he shook and emptied into me.

Our breathing came back to normal as we clung to each other. I was still wedged against the window with his head tucked firmly into my neck. His skin was sweat-slick beneath my fingers, and his damp hair tickled my cheek as our bodies pressed together skin to skin.

Hard and soft. Dark and light. We were a contradiction in every way.

I ran my fingertips along his back, my fingernails raking over his muscles.

“You know, Princess, on the worst days, I hated you for making me love you.” He kissed me slowly and with a tenderness I'd forgotten he possessed.

“Same, Brooks. Same. Now take me to bed. We have court in”—I glanced across the room at the clock on the wall—“six hours.”

“Baby, I might be in jail soon. I’m not wasting a moment.”

My eyes roamed down his body, and his cock was hard again. “How is that even possible?”

“I’ve been starving for five years, Princess. I plan on fucking you until I’m full.”