Page 29 of Little Deaths
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Chapter Six
Engulfed by the Night
She had braced herself for humiliation. She, better than anyone, knew what men were capable of when rejected. When he’d tied her wrists behind her back, a sob had risen in her throat. But she had swallowed it down, determined not to give him what he wanted.It’s better to hate it, she told herself.Better than the alternative.
The position he’d moved her into left her completely helpless, bowed over the center console with her breasts squashed against his thigh. She was able to move her torso and neck, but with his hand knotted firmly into her hair, he had full control over the pace and depth.
He didn’t seem to mind that she couldn’t take all of him and he didn’t force her to try. The shallow thrusts bumped up bruisingly against the back of her throat as he moved his narrow hips, almost faster than she could handle. If her hands were free, she might have stroked him as a distraction so she could switch to her tongue, but all she could do now was wriggle on his lap as the denim of his jeans, pulled down just enough to give her access to his cock, lightly abraded her flesh.
“God,” he moaned out. “Your mouth—”
She felt a flicker of something, not quite desire. But close.
His chest was lightly furred, wisping down over the fine muscles of his abdomen and his copper-colored nipples in sparser lines, before thickening again above the tangled curls of his sex. Eye-level with his navel, she found herself watching the rhythmic flexing of his stomach muscles every time he thrust into her mouth.
Moisture gathered between her thighs. She wanted to fight against that, hating how wrong this felt. That it didn’t feel wrongenough. But when his hand slipped out of her hair to cup one of her breasts and she felt him thumb the nipple he’d bitten, she moaned around his cock. He pushed deeper then, nearly gagging her, and let out a low cry that rumbled through her sternum.
“Fuck.”
She wasn’t expecting it to be that fast. She was used to men who held back, who treated foreplay like the first cycle in a marathon where penetration was the victory lap. But Rafe climaxed with a low, involuntary sound that came from deep in his throat. The taste of him filled her mouth, like bitter tea, and she felt the approving caress of his fingers as she made herself swallow. But despite that brief flash of tenderness, his teeth were bared in a feral grimace and his eyes were narrowed and dark, the green color scarcely visible in the dim.
Her fear, which she hadn’t even been aware of receding, suddenly returned full force.
This is when he hurts me.
They locked eyes. With effort, she saw him school his expression, though he was still breathing hard enough that she could see the rise and fall of his chest. Relief poured through her when he leaned back and lifted her up from his lap. Her mouth was sticky and wet and she felt a spike of humiliation when he cleaned her face off with one of the fast food napkins.
“Don’t worry,” he said, catching the look. “I didn’t get any in your hair.”
The odd consideration gave her pause.What a strange thing for a man bent on revenge to worry about.
Rafe didn’t look veryvengefulnow.
He looked . . . worried.
Distractedly, he leaned over and untied her, giving her another whiff of that woodsy citrus scent that clung to his skin. As he rolled down the windows to clear the fog, Donni hastily tugged her clothes back into place. Her skin was raw and sensitive where it had been chafed by his jeans and there was an ache between her legs that sharpened as she watched him tuck himself back into his pants. Her lipstick had left streaks of red on his shaft that he didn’t bother cleaning off.
“Rafe—”
He leaned down and grabbed the fast food bags, filled with the refuse of their meal and, now, what they had done after. “Stay in the car,” he said, with a strange urgency, before slamming the door closed behind him.
She stared after him, puzzled by his reaction as he walked briskly across the lot. Not towards the fast food place but further down. Deeper into the shadows.
He hadn’t even bothered to button his shirt.
With his dark clothing, he seemed to be engulfed by the night. The fanciful notion chilled her. She wasn’t the only one here who had taken care to cultivate their role. Rafe seemed to revel in his villainy, and he seemed determined to outmatch her.
(Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me)