Chapter 10

Khalid shoved her toward the bed where she collapsed in a shivering heap. Fear and hate warred within her. She wanted to lash out at him for daring to hurt her, but she feared he could (and would) do much worse if she hit him again. She dropped her gaze and shrank back, turning away from his hulking form at the end of the bed.

Clearly not liking her submissive retreat, he turned and punched a hole in the wall. "Fuck, Shania!" he snarled, rounding on her. "You have me all fucked up! I can't even beat you properly."

He paced angrily, like a wrathful tiger along the side of the bed.

"Khalid," she said, rolling on the mattress to face him, pleading, hoping any regard he had previously had for her might surface, "don't do this. Please, I can't take it, you have to let me go."

Khalid punched another hole in the wall, ignoring the crumbling drywall drifting around him. "I have to finish it, Shania. I can't let you fuck with my head like this." He pointed a finger at her. "You won't win. You're my fucking slave, nothing else."

She crawled up the bed, away from him. "No."

"Yes," he breathed, stalking around the side of the bed. She lunged to the other side and he grabbed her ankle. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her struggling body underneath his heavier one. "But I can make sure you enjoy it."

Her eyes went wide with realization and she shook her head frantically, dark curls spilling across the white duvet. "No, Khalid, please don't. I can't take it. I'll hate you!" she gasped breathlessly.

"Maybe," he said, catching her wrists and holding them down in one hand.

She bucked against him and the bed, but he held her tightly. She arched her neck against the mattress. "I'll hate myself," she panted.

"I don't care. I can make sure you want me, Shania," he growled, bringing his face to hers. He blazed a stinging path of biting kisses down her neck, taking advantage of her inability to push him away.

She hated how good his lips felt against her skin as they forcefully explored every shadowy hollow of her neck and throat. She tossed her head to the side when his exploring mouth got too close to the dainty shell of her ear. But he was relentless, and soon his tongue was tracing a breathtaking path. She moaned and shifted underneath him.

Shania had one brief moment of clarity when his ear drifted too close to her mouth and, with her last sane thought, she latched onto it, closing her sharp teeth with a snap. He froze. For several seconds they were locked against each other in motionless battle. Arousal fought against sanity.

"Let go, Shania." His deep voice was deadly and quiet. "It won't make a difference. You can bite it off, I'm still going to fuck you tonight."

She whimpered and locked her teeth tighter, feeling the tang of blood against her tongue. Her thoughts flew in all directions. She could maim him and then attempt to run from him. She probably wouldn't get far. He would come after her, and the things he would likely do didn't bear imagining. He'd hospitalized men that borrowed from him without returning their debt. What would he do to someone that physically hurt him?

Tears gathered in her eyes and she breathed hard against his ear.

He took the decision from her hands. "Enough," he said softly, swiftly reaching into her panties and pushing a thick finger between her plump labia and into her resisting body. Shania gasped, releasing his ear and froze against the intrusion. Her tight body gradually accepted the thrust of his finger as her hips lifted ever so slightly in supplication.

He pulled his hand from her wet heat and grasped both of her flailing wrists in a vice-like grip before she could do more damage to his body. His ear stung, but the love bite only inflamed him further. He yanked both of her wrists over her head and, slamming them down, pinned her against the mattress with one hand.

His big body covered hers, straddling her hips, his chest to hers. He grasped her jaw in his free hand and applied pressure, forcing her mouth open. She squirmed underneath him, whimpering and bucking, but ultimately unable to move him off of her.

"You bit me, woman," he breathed heavily, his mouth inches from hers. "Did you like that little taste of me, Shania? Because you're going to get a whole lot more before I'm finished with you."

He licked her open mouth, caressing her lips, teeth and tongue with his tongue. She moaned, long and low in her throat. He knew she was wet for him, he could feel the heat from her body, smell her heated arousal, knew her struggle not to give into the feelings. He urged her legs apart with his rough, jean-clad thighs and settled his clothed penis against her, thrusting the zipper into the delicate lace of her panties.

Helpless, Shania's hips moved back against his, answering him. Khalid let go of her jaw, no longer worried about her snapping teeth, and yanked the white lace of her bra underneath her full breasts. Dusky nipples thrust up against dark brown areoles. He growled and closed his lips over one of her nipples, sucking her into the wet heat of his mouth. She thrust her body into his as hard as she could, encouraging him to suck harder.

Knowing she was under his power completely, he released her hands so he could reach one over his shoulder and yank his T-shirt over his head. He broke contact with her succulent nipple and revelled in her cry of disappointment. He wasn't surprised by her passion, but he was extremely pleased by her uninhibited response, given the circumstances. She couldn't help herself. She was ripe for his seduction. Her idiot husband had been clueless, and now Khalid would enjoy what no man would ever again touch.

Shania pulled her knees back, scraping long, silky legs against him. She pressed her knees against his upper body and lifted her hips, deepening the contact of his crotch against the wet slick silk of her panties. She pressed herself up and then down, sliding his rough length across her pussy, trying to bring herself some relief from the building pressure within her body. She arched her neck and pressed her head back against the bed.

"What do you need, princess?" Khalid growled, lifting his hips and reaching down between them to caress her clitoris roughly through the lace covering.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Touch me. Please, Khalid. Touch me again!"

His lips pulled back in a feral grin. "Beg me for it, Shania." He pressed heated kisses over her breasts and neck.

"Please, Khalid!" she said desperately, writhing underneath him. "Please, I need you to touch me!"

"Where?" he demanded.

She reached down, between their bodies, and grasping his long fingers, pressed them against her. "Here!"

Impatient to get his fingers back into the luscious heat of her vagina, he tore the panties from her body. "I have you, princess," he breathed, dropping his head down to her stomach as she pressed up against him.

Khalid slid his fingers along her plump labia, gently separating them and revealing the dusky pink of her inner lips and the thrust of her aroused clitoris. Shania responded by separating her knees and shifting her hips restlessly. He dropped further between her knees and reaching underneath her, gripped the globes of her ass and lifted her off the bed.

Shania froze and stared down the length of her body uncertainly. She knew what he wanted to do, but it wasn't something she had ever shared with anyone. Aiden had been a selfish lover and her limited experience before him hadn't led to a man putting his mouth on her most private body part. She whimpered and experimentally tried to close her knees.

Not having it, Khalid thrust his muscular shoulders against her soft thighs and spread them wide. "Trust me," he growled, nipping at her inner thigh, causing goosebumps of pleasure to feather along her skin.

"I don't" she gasped. "I can't."

"You don't have a choice."