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head and he clasped them in his tight grip. “Please, Ash…”
    “You should have heeded my warning…” He bent his head to mine and bit my bottom lip; my body sagged against his hold, the anticipation of what would come next only serving to stoke my incessant need for him. “Because now…now you’re going to need to be punished, though I have a feeling you might like that far too much for it to be a deterrent.”
    The worst part was that he was right. And I knew how fucked up that made me…knew that I was totally messed up…that my body and head had gotten their wiring all sorts of screwed up. Because anyone with even a drop of sense would not be turned on by being at another’s mercy, wouldn’t crave the pain that only heightened one’s pleasure…wouldn’t need to have someone force them into doing what they already wanted to do.
    But that was me…all sorts of fucked up, and no real way to hide it. Especially not when I was pinned against Ash’s body.
    “Just let me go…please.” Because I didn’t know just how long I’d be able to resist him and keep up this façade. Not that he didn’t already know my true nature, even if he didn’t know the reasons behind it.
    “Now, where would the fun in that be?” He didn’t wait for an answer, nuzzling me before he crushed my lips in an all-consuming kiss that had me struggling against his grip so I could run my hands over his skin and down to his cock.
    He broke our kiss, but only to feast on my neck, before moving to my breasts, biting them through the fabric of my shirt, leaving me to cry out in need. And then he was hauling me onto his shoulder, leaving me squirming and trying to get free as he carried me back toward my bedroom, nipping at my ass.
    I cursed him, the flicker of pain sharp enough to have my clit throbbing with need as he tossed me onto my bed and tore the clothes from my body, stripping me down to nothing and then using my belt to bind my hands to the bed. “Ash…please…”
    “Sweetness, I don’t know what you want from me, but if I had to guess…” He ran his fingers up the delicate skin of my inner thighs, all the way to my cunt as it ached for his touch, his fingers slipping along the folds to find me so slick with my need for him, it was embarrassing. “Fucking hell, Wren…I love how wet you get for me…love that you can’t resist me…even if you hate me.”
    And though I wanted to beg for more, wanted him to ravage me, I instead bucked against his touch and struggled against my bonds, feeling far too guilty for wanting him. “Untie me, Ash. You fucking bastard.”
    He sat back on his heels, kneeling before me, a stern look on his face. “If you want me to untie you, then use your safe word.”
    I’d rather die than speak it, because in the end, despite everything, I wanted every bit of torment and pleasure he had to give me. “Fuck off.”
    “It’s just one word…say it, and I’ll untie you.” A smug smile slipped onto his lips, making me want to scream. “Or maybe you need a little help making up your mind as to whether or not you want to use your safe word.”
    When he reached over to my nightstand and pulled open the drawer, I knew I was fucked. “Don’t, Ash…please…”
    “Use your safe word, babe… Because until then, these are just games and we’re both enjoying ourselves.” He pulled out one of my vibrators and held it up with a smile as he turned it on and ran the tip over my nipples before dragging it down my stomach and over my clit, forcing me to bite back my cries and my curses, as he spread my legs apart and slipped it inside me. And then he was back to digging around in my drawer, as I was left fighting back the building energy of my orgasm. “What do we have here?”
    “You’re such a fucking bastard.” He was holding a warming balm in his hands, and I knew that if he used that on me, there’d be no way I’d be able to keep myself from coming.
    “Tell me you don’t want this…”