Page 33 of Misted

Hawk removes his fingers and although I’m still riding the remnants of my orgasm, I can’t resist the urge to trap him back in.

Slap!

I yelp as the sting hits my arse. Before I can recover or form any thoughts, his hand goes down on my behind again. And again. It’s against the fabric, but I feel it straight to my core.

The building need soaks the insides of my thighs. I’m so disoriented, I can’t form a clear idea, but my body fires up with need, begging for more.

He pulls me back by the fist he has on my hair until his face is mere inches from mine and I can breathe him in. “Why the fuck where you holding it down?”

I try to deny whatever’s happening and squirm. His strong hand comes down on my arse again. Any words I had to say turn into a strangled moan.

Oh. God.

“Next time.” Slap. “You won’t.” Slap. “Hold in your screams for me.” Slap. “Is that understood?”

My lungs heave harsh breaths until I’m a panting mess. The burn starts in my behind and spreads all over my sleek skin like unhinged fire. What on earth is happening to me?

“Answer me,” he growls against my ear before biting it between his teeth and sucks.

“Oooh...”

“I said.” Slap. “Answer me.”

I release some sort of a whimper-moan as I nod. “I… I won’t.”

God. Why am I letting him do this to me? Why can’t I stop it?

He strokes my sore arse cheeks in long, soothing circles. “Good girl.”

I mumble something like an affirmation, unable to form any words. I feel so elated, I want to rub against him and offer my body as a sacrifice.

Don’t stay alone with him.

A simple rule I broke it more than I can count in mere weeks. It doesn’t help that he’s not leaving me the hell alone.

Hawk presses into me from behind. His hard chest glues to mine and an unmistakable bulge pokes at my arse cheeks. Even through his jeans and my knickers, I can feel him pulsing with need.

The thought that it’s for me engulfs me with a sense of fullness I haven’t felt in years.

I rub myself against him, soaking in how he hardens more in response.

He flips me around, hand still fisting my hair. I mourn the loss of feeling him at my back but staring at his face this close is worth it.

I can drown in his azure gaze and never come back. I wouldn’t have any regrets either. If it were up to me, if it’d keep him safe, I’d be drowning into his ocean and enjoying every wave.

My palm finds his cheek. Hawk’s shoulders tighten and he breathes harshly like a wild animal, but he doesn’t stop me.

The need to kiss him pulses inside me like a living being.

Once. Just once.

I’m aware that I’m hopelessly searching for a bit of affection underneath all the hate, but I’m ready to ignore everything if he just kisses me.

One more time.

Kiss me, I beg with my eyes.

Kiss me,I call with my half-empty heart.