“If I do, you’ll fall.” He didn’t seem concerned either way as he lessened his hold, and she started to slump downward.
“Fuck me.” Mia’s shoulders screamed in protest as she braced her palms on the floor.
“Oh, I will later, but not yet.”
She looked up at him, not missing the surge of satisfaction in his expression. “What’s first?”
“I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer a bit, baby. I kind of like seeing you on the floor, writhing in agony. Then again, maybe I’ll just walk away and leave you here while you’re completely vulnerable.”
His words were cold and cruel, but she saw the barely contained hurt underneath and knew she had read him correctly earlier. He was angry at her perceived betrayal and anguished that she had left him while he was injured.
Guilt ripped through her, and she couldn’t ignore it, though it was a preposterous reaction. She had acted sensibly and fled her kidnapper. She hadn’t betrayed her lover. Right? God, even she didn’t know, and she couldn’t focus on it as sensations returned to her battered body that left her rolling on the floor in agony, as he’d predicted.
Gradually, the terrible pain faded, and she was finally able to take a deep breath and sit up, drawing her knees to her chest. Her muscles still trembled slightly, making her body quiver, and the chill in the air had permeated deep into her flesh, but she was going to survive—this, anyway. She still didn’t know what revenge Shane had planned for her.
“Can you walk now?” He didn’t offer assistance.
Gingerly, she got to her feet, swaying slightly before putting a hand against the wall to brace herself. He just watched her struggle until she nodded. “I think so.”
Without another word, he grabbed hold of her upper arm and started hustling her toward the door leading from this section of the basement. Mia stopped moving when she realized he meant to take her though the house in her current state. “Please let me have my clothes first.”
With a muttered sigh, clearly impatient, Shane dragged her behind him to a table, where Wallace had left her clothes. He dug out the hoodie and tossed it to her. “Hurry up.”
Mia slid the garment over her aching arms, wincing as she overextended the strained muscles before zipping the fleece up to her neck. Thank goodness it was old and oversized, meaning it fell to mid-thigh and would provide enough coverage to mostly maintain her modesty in front of the household staff and Shane’s goons.
Determined not to look weak or victimized—or betray her fear—Mia squared her shoulders and walked beside Shane. She didn’t meet the gazes of the few people they encountered, but nor did she drop her head with shame. None of them knew for sure that she was being punished, and it mattered to her not to appear weak to them, though she didn’t know why.
She let the cool mask lapse a bit when Shane escorted her into his room. She’d half-expected to end up back in the bedroom where he’d kept her confined initially, so it was surprising to be in his suite.
A loud meow greeted her, and she bent down carefully, conscious of the stiffness permeating her body, to greet her cat. Clovis wound around her ankles and purred as she rubbed his head. She had to bite back the urge to apologize for leaving him without a thought the night she had run from the ballet.
“He’s glad you’re back.”
There was no emotion in Shane’s tone, but Mia hoped he wasn’t talking only about her cat. She nodded a bit. “I missed him.” Refusing to say more because she didn’t want to reveal her own vulnerability and uncertainties, she stood up carefully. “Now what?”
“A reminder.”
She watched his hand flex and release, her tension rising. “Of what?”
“Ownership.” Shane’s expression went from neutral to cold, with a hint of cruelty and a strong note of anger. “Strip.”
She thought about resisting for a half a second, but discarded the notion. For one thing, she wasn’t in top physical form to fight him and would quickly lose. Also—and she chastised herself for being a moron—she didn’t want him to further injure himself. And the dark part of her that she couldn’t comfortably embrace didn’t want to fight her reminder and was actually looking forward to his unique form of discipline with sick glee.
Her hands trembled a bit when she unzipped the hoodie and let it fall to the floor. His room was a lot warmer than the basement, but her nipples still beaded at the first touch of cold air. Or perhaps it was just the hungry visual touch of his gaze on her breasts that spurred the reaction.
“Sit down.” He waved to the chaise lounge.
Meekly, Mia backed toward it, letting herself sink onto the sumptuous brocade when her calves touched the side of the piece. She stared up at him, licked her lips, and winced when she again encountered the cut on her lower lip.
“Have you forgotten who owns you, Mia?” He asked the question in a chillingly soft voice as he stalked toward her.
She glared at him, refusing to give him the answer he wanted. As conflicted as she was about her feelings for him, she wasn’t going to allow him to claim he owned her. His rough hand grabbing her hair made her wince, but she remained silent as he wound the strands around his fist.
“Every strand of hair on your head belongs to me.” He tugged forcefully, pulling her head backward as his hips jutted forward. “Take out my dick.”
She clamped her lips closed, maintaining an angry scowl as she lifted her hands to his elastic-waist pants. He’d never worn something so casual before in her presence, and she supposed it had been a convenient option for dressing one-handed. It was also likely his primary motivator for making her remove his erection from the soft linen. That, and he wanted to humiliate her and enforce his supremacy over her.
She hated the way that thought sent a tingle of arousal through her core. Mia pushed down the waistband, and his cock sprang free. He hadn’t bothered with underwear.
Still gripping her hair, wrapped several times around his hand now, he took his length in that hand, rubbing her hair up and down his erection and pulling her forward in the same motion. “If I want to do this with your hair, it’s my right.” With a sharp tug, he pulled her head back again. “If I want to drag you across the room by your hair, that’s also my right.”
Tears blurred her vision from the pain in her scalp, but she refused to let them fall. “You’re a bastard.”
He sneered as he untangled himself from her hair. A second later, he cupped her chin in a punishing grip. “Who owns that smart mouth, Mia?”
“Fuck you.” She whimpered when he squeezed a bit more, rubbing his thumb roughly across the sore spot on her lower lip.
“If I want to put my fingers in your mouth, your only job is to suck.” He slipped his thumb between her lips, pressing on the seam until she yielded and parted for him. “Or my dick.” He angled his hips toward her mouth.
Mia nipped his thumb, thrilled when he retaliated by pulling his finger from her mouth and cupping the back of her head to push her forward. She let the head of his erection slip into her mouth without much resistance, but allowed her teeth to graze the length.
“Bitch.” There was a strong note of arousal underlying the word as he inserted himself so deeply she gagged. “That mouth is mine, Mia. That tongue, and those sharp little teeth. I own them, and if I demand those lips wrapped around my cock, that’s my right.”
“Fuck you.” His shaft muffled the words and hid the pleasure in her voice as he roughly thrust in and out of her mouth. She didn’t try to bite him as he used her without regard for her pain or pleasure. Mia should hate how turned on that made her, but she was too engrossed in their battle of wills to care about her own depravity.
“Suck me.” The cords in his neck throbbed as he made the request while thrusting even harder and deeper inside her mouth.
She complied, applying suction while stroking the corona with the broad part of her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair, holding her immobile as he surged to the back of her throat, his length hardenin
g and twitching. Copious amounts of his release flooded her mouth, pouring down her throat and out her lips.
Temporarily satisfied, he released her head and withdrew from her mouth. His gaze was dark with lust and rage as he watched her wipe away the traces of his satisfaction.
Shane moved quickly, shoving her back to sprawl on the lounge. He cupped one of her breasts, gently rubbing the nipples. “Who owns these, Mia?”
She glared at him, but couldn’t suppress a small moan as he deftly stroked the sensitive peaks, making them crinkle to the point of pain.
“If I want to taste them, I will. If I want to lick and suck your tits, you won’t stop me.” Suddenly, he twisted the nipple viciously between his thumb and finger, making her cry out from the sharp pain. “If I want to pull on them or bite them, I will. It’s my right to clamp your nipples for hours, if I choose, and then watch you writhe in agony and pleasure when I take them off. Your beautiful breasts are mine, Mia, and I will not allow you to deny me access to what’s mine.”
He bent down beside her as he loosened his painful hold, but she barely had time to react to the lessening ache before his lips clamped around the abused bud, alternating between gentle and hard pressure. When he bit her with enough force to make her scream, a jolt shot through her pussy at the same time the dart of pain abraded her nerve-endings.
Shane lifted his head, letting her nipple fall from his mouth as his hand moved lower to cup her stomach. “This soft skin is mine, Mia. If I want to jerk off and come on your abdomen, that’s my right. If I want to pour champagne into the little dip of your navel and lick it away, I will. I own it. I own every inch of you.”
She shook her head in denial, even as her body sang with need and arousal.
His palm pressed a little harder against her stomach, and his expression took on a new intensity that was both disturbing and exhilarating. “If I want to put my seed inside you and watch your stomach swell with my baby, that’s also my right. I own every part of you, from your smart mouth to your sweet little pussy and even your womb.”
“No.” Her first word was a sharp crack in the room, and she jumped with surprise. “No way.” Her intense, vehement denial was for herself as much as him, because the dark part of her that recognized Shane’s claim sang with joy at the prospect of nurturing his child. Considering she had never wanted children before, and had always thought she never would, it was a strange response.
It made perfect sense, because it was the ultimate mark of ownership. Nothing broadcasted to the world that a man had taken a woman like the proof of his baby inside her.
That didn’t mean it was a good idea, and the rational part of her was horrified at the idea. “Did you really give me birth control, or was that just an excuse to tag me like a fucking animal?”
“Both.” His hand moved lower, and he snorted with amusement when one of his fingers slipped inside her wet heat with no resistance. “It’s obvious who owns this sweet patch of heaven, Mia. Your body can’t even pretend it isn’t true.” Another finger joined the first, and he pressed them deeply into her sheath. “I can have this whenever and wherever I want. However. Your cunt belongs to me, and if I want to pound you against the wall in the middle of the subway, that’s my right.”
She closed her eyes, unable to refute his assertion as he stroked her clit while fingering her. Her body hummed with arousal and the expectation of release, and she was too lost in the pleasure to deny his words or try to evade his ministrations. “Fuck…” she whispered.
“Soon.” His hand left her needy slit just as she hovered on the edge of release.
She wasn’t surprised by the dick move, but still glared at him.
“Stand up and bend over the back of the lounge, Mia.”
Just to be contrary, and because the lack of orgasm had left her surly, she glared at him and crossed her arms, while leaving her legs splayed wide. His gaze settled on the slippery folds, still bared from her recent shave at his hands, and his control was obviously barely hanging by a thread.
“Now.” When she still refused to comply with his order, Shane stood up and hoisted her to her feet with his good arm. He dragged her around the lounge until she was bent over it in the position he desired—her breasts pressed against the top and dangling over, along with her arms, her butt tipped upward, and her legs spread wide.
When he clenched one of her cheeks in his hand, she stiffened. This move made perfect sense on his part, and she’d half-expected it in the back of her mind, but she was still terrified. “Please don’t, Shane.”
He ignored her plea as his thumb slipped between her cheeks. “This is mine.” His voice was deep and smoky with arousal. “I own this hole, just like I own every other part of you.”
She whimpered from mingled fear and need when his hand moved lower, his fingers dipping into her liquid heat. Mia bit her lip and grasped the fabric of the lounge with her hands when his cock nudged against her buttocks. To her surprise, he moved lower, his length replacing his fingers.
She was amazed by his mercy when he surged inside her pussy instead of her back passage, but gratitude faded in a blur as his finger returned to the stubborn ring of muscles between her clenched cheeks.
“Who owns you, Mia?”
She shook her head, still denying him the answer he wanted. His heavy sigh transmitted through her body as he pressed closer. Shane’s penis lodged deep inside her as his finger stretched her dark entrance. Her own juices provided ample lubrication for his questing finger, and she whimpered with protest and a jolt of desire when his finger breached her.
“Mine, Mia. I will fuck you here whenever I want. I own it. I own you.” As he spoke, he thrust his finger in and out of her, loosening her slowly.
To her shock, his touch soon became pleasurable, enhancing the feel of his erection inside her core. The moan that left her when he penetrated her with a second finger was pure pleasure, and her fear had faded to a negligible level. After the rough ways Aldo had taken her in the ass, she never would have believed it could feel good.
“Because it’s mine, I will take care of it.” He crossed his fingers inside her and began twisting them in a corkscrew way. “I protect what’s mine, Mia. Do you understand?”
She nodded, too engrossed by the way he was slowly dragging his cockhead against her sensitive inner folds in time with the way his fingers were taking her anal channel.
“Tell me who you belong to, Mia.”
Still, a streak of stubbornness and a need for independence had her shaking her head. She couldn’t admit it to him.
He sighed, sounding angry and disappointed. A second later, his erection slipped from her inner folds, though she tried to squeeze her muscles around him to keep him inside her. When he withdrew his fingers, she didn’t know if she hoped he was going to leave her unsatisfied, or hoped he was staking his claim in a more forceful way.
Mia whimpered with renewed fear when he rested his cockhead against her puckered rosette. “Please,” she whispered, not entirely sure if she was asking him not to, or begging him to take her there, in a place she had only known fear and pain. If he took her, she knew he wouldn’t harm her. Her trust in him was insane, but she didn’t question it as he pressed harder.
It hurt for a second when he breached the resisting ring of muscles. Mia took a deep breath and forced herself to relax as Shane eased into her back passage slowly until he had breached the ring. Then he slid into her with ease, his cock slick with her arousal.
“Tell me who owns you, Mia.”
She clamped her lips shut and stayed still as he thrust in and out of her. It was shocking to find the motions so pleasurable, despite the aching void inside her folds. Her eyes widened when she realized she wanted him to be inside both of her passages. As though reading her mind, his hand cupped her mound, and he started twisting her clitoris a bit more forcefully than she would have thought she’d like. It proved to be the perfect level of intensity as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside her back
passage.
“Oh, Shane.” The beginnings of an orgasm were unfurling in her stomach, inching downward toward the heart of her center, where his fingers twisted her clit as he drove in and out of her ass.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Each word was staccato, and his voice betrayed how close he was to finding his own release.
“You, oh, god, Shane, I belong to you.” Mia surrendered as she came, her inner muscles clamping around his cock to encourage his orgasm as her folds contracted, and her release rushed from her to soak his hand. He surged so deeply inside her that she swore she could feel the individual hairs on his sac.
“Then why the fuck did you run away and leave me lying on the ground bleeding, Mia?” Either he couldn’t, or didn’t try to, mask his pain and betrayal, because it bled through his voice, underscoring each word.
Tears flooded her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Because I love you, Shane.”
He stiffened, though it was difficult to tell from shock at her words or because his orgasm overtook him. He twitched inside her as he came, filling her tight channel with slippery proof of his gratification. Even when he stopped twitching, the rest of Shane remained motionless, as though he couldn’t grasp the meaning of her words.
Chapter Fifteen
Suddenly, Shane withdrew from her and spun her around to face him in one jerky motion. “What the fuck, Mia?”
She blinked in the face of his rage, recoiling and pressing her back to the chaise lounge. “I’m sorry.” Though she didn’t know for what she apologized—leaving him or loving him. He clearly didn’t want her to love him.
He was pale and looked devastated. “How can you make a claim like that after you left me?”
Mia bit her lip, once again hitting the sore spot and cursing softly. “Do you think I want to feel that way? I’m sorry if it bothers you, but I don’t know what you expect from me. Normal people have emotions, and if you don’t like me loving you, then fuck you. It’s your own fault for showing me a different side of you.” Suddenly angry, she poked him in the stomach. “What’s your problem? I expected you to be crowing with satisfaction, not horrified at the mere idea of me loving you.”
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