he moved his hand over the corners of the bed, sealing her restraints with his formidable magic.
Now there was no escape.
Shock covered her body with his, every hard angle crushing her soft curves. She cushioned him, arching to him as he settled between her thighs. He growled in her ear. “You take what I give you. You come when I tell you.”
Her breathing hitched. “Yes, Shock.”
He rose up on his hands and knees, hovering over her, his breath hot across her neck. He reached for the crop. Anka barely had time to steel herself before she felt the sting of the crop’s stiff leather across the cheek of her bum. She cried out.
“ You can do better than that,” Shock admonished.
“ So can you,” she tossed back at him.
“ Itching for a sore arse, little one?”
She didn’t get a second to answer before he thwacked her again, this time across the other cheek, then across each thigh, up her back, across her shoulders, then down again, dangerously close to her moistening folds. She sucked in a breath, trying to assimilate the pain covering her skin quickly, like a blanket. Shock gave it to her hard and fast, and she’d probably be gently bruised tomorrow. The thought gave her an odd sense of peace she still didn’t understand.
It didn’t take long before her thoughts were spiraling and spinning. The pain overcame her defenses, and her fragile shell splintered. Her body began shuddering. The dry sobs came, but no tears fell. Shock knew better than to let up. He merely slowed.
“ Give me more. Let it out,” he growled in her ear. It was nothing less than a command.
The sweet permission flowed through her brain and her body. And there was no way to keep the pain in any longer. Tears poured out in big, heaving sobs, scalding her cheeks, soaking the sheet beneath her.
Shock threw down the crop and rubbed his rough hand across the flaming cheeks of her backside, both soothing and deepening the heat, further unraveling her. The tenderness in that touch hurt almost as much as the crop.
“ Shock…”
With a whispered curse, he blanketed her body with his own, trapping the heat searing over her skin between them. His lips swept across her neck as he wedged a hand under her body until his fingers found her sex and settled over her needy clit. She was so wet it almost embarrassed her.
Why did she need release this way now? Whatever Mathias had done to her had rewired her brain, forced her to only accept pleasure when commanded. She’d always been good at bottling up her feelings, but now pain and growled demands not only gave her pleasure, but released everything pent up inside her. She hated it, hated Mathias. Hated that she was powerless to stop this need. What would Luc — Anka didn’t finish that thought.
“ Shh. Focus on me, Anka. Take me now,” Shock demanded as he used his huge thighs to spread hers wider, then slid his cock home in one powerful surge.
His size always made her catch her breath, and he gave her very little opportunity to adjust. Her body bowed. She gripped the restraints with a cry. His fingers across her needy bundle of nerves and his lips brushing her skin slowly relaxed her. Finally, Shock worked completely inside her body and began a slow, ruthless pace that nudged her up the mattress more with each thrust. He’d occasionally bring her back down with a savage grip on her hips, fitting her against him until there wasn’t a breath between them. The restraints scraped her wrists. The sheet chafed her nipples. Shock’s goatee abraded her shoulder. And it all put her on the razor’s edge of ecstasy.
His teeth dragged over the spot between her neck and shoulders. “You make me hungry.”
He was going to send her beyond insanity. When he took her this way, the pleasure was always so intense, she screamed her throat raw, then blacked out for long minutes. The loss of control was complete, and it almost terrified her. But Shock had seen to so many of her needs, even spending long