Sweat dripped down her face, legs, and arms. She could let him help her through this. No doubt he would make it really easy.
“Open the door.”
She shivered as his words washed over her. He sounded so good. His voice caressed her, indulged her, made her want to do anything he said. Dangerous. She reached up with shaky fingers and grabbed the doorknob. Her throat closed as she took a deep breath and quickly turned the lock.
If resisting got to be too much, she didn’t want him just busting in here. “Go away. I’ll be better in the morning. I won’t be jumping into bed with anyone. Once you see that, you’ll have to let me go.” It made sense. If she could resist him, then everyone else would be a piece of cake.
“It’s going to get worse. Much worse. Soon that little cramping pain is going to grip your stomach so tight you’ll feel like you can’t move. And the longer you push against it, the longer it will take us to make it stop.”
“Just shut up, okay.” Her legs were going numb. Or maybe they weren’t numb, maybe it was the cramps slowly crawling up from her upper thighs and contracting her stomach. Another cramp hit her, and she moaned out loud. Inside her head, she heard a pop and looked around, expecting him to have broken in. But things were worse than she’d thought, because the door looked funny. The color was off somehow. Without moving, she caught sight of a mosquito on her right side. She should have had to turn her head to see that, but she didn’t. “What did you do to me?”
“Just let me help you.”
She heard the anguish in his voice but couldn’t let that sway her. She didn’t know if she could let herself be so vulnerable. And she had no illusions—she would be at his mercy. Her nipples hardened as she imagined him spanking her. She didn’t know whether to believe her sister had tricked him or what. Her stomach cramped again, pushing almost every single objection down. How much longer was she going to be able to resist opening that door?
After another pain ripped through her body, she pulled in a shallow breath and smelled something spicily irresistible. Every cell in her body told her to open the door and find out what it was, but she was too afraid it would be him, and if it was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to say no to him again.
More of that tasty scent filtered into the bathroom. It had to be him. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and her throat dried up, and suddenly she couldn’t swallow. He was the nice cool drink she needed.
“You’re starving the wolf inside. Eventually she’ll break loose and take over. Then you won’t have a choice. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself.”
Her stomach tightened again, and this time she also felt the clenching inside her sex. She moaned. The pain in her belly only barely outpaced the pleasure from the hard clamping of her muscles. She felt empty. Another cramp tightened her pussy walls, and pleasure flooded her. Without the pain to keep her focused, she knew she was going to lose her will—fast. The smell was too good. She needed to move away and maybe it wouldn’t be so strong. Gio held her breath and crawled over to the toilet. Another cramp hit her.
Before she could move, the door slammed in. She was amazed, because it was as if it all happened in slow motion. She saw the slight bend of the wood before it shattered around the lock. She scooted away as he rolled his chair into the room.
“Come here.” He held his hand out to her. His sexy large tanned hand.
She shuddered and scooted farther into the room until her back hit the cool tile of the bathtub. There was nowhere else to go. She knew if she tried to run, he would grab her. He might not be able to walk, but his arms worked just fine.
“Why are you doing this? You’re going to kill me anyway.” Her breath caught as the pain of the stomach cramps raced through her, chased closely by the pleasure