5. Come for me, Kitten 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter 5

"Hold on, kitten," he murmured against my ear.

Then he slammed back inside me.

The new angle made him hit even deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He held me up effortlessly, one arm banded around my waist, the other gripping my thigh. His strength was inhuman, and despite the roughness, I realized he was supporting all my weight, making sure I wouldn't fall.

He fucked me against the wall with brutal force, each thrust rattling the pictures hanging nearby. My head fell back against the wall, and immediately his hand came up, cradling the back of my skull.

"Can't have you hurting yourself," he growled, and the gesture was so protective, so at odds with the savage way he was taking me, that fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

He adjusted his grip, shifting me slightly, and the movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside me. My eighth orgasm built impossibly fast, and when it hit, I screamed so loud I was sure the entire manor could hear.

Cassian groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Again," he demanded. "Come for me again."

"I can't... Cassian, please... I can't..."

But my body didn't listen. The ninth orgasm followed the eighth, smaller but no less intense, and I felt Cassian finally lose control. He buried himself deep and came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my body trembling in his arms. Then, gently—so gently it shocked me—he carried me back to the bed and laid me down.

I thought it was over. I prayed it was over.

But Cassian's eyes glinted with dark promise as he looked down at me.

"We're not done yet, kitten," he said, his voice rough with renewed hunger. "Not even close."

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, then dragged me back toward him until I was on my hands and knees.

"No... please... Cassian..." I begged, my arms shaking, barely able to hold me up.

"You can beg all you want," he said, positioning himself behind me. "It only makes me harder."

He entered me from behind in one brutal thrust, and I collapsed forward, my face pressing into the pillows. But Cassian wasn't having it. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, arching my spine.

"No hiding from me," he growled in my ear. "I want to hear every sound you make."

He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene in the quiet room. His free hand came down on my ass in a sharp slap that made me yelp.

"Count them," he ordered.

"Wh-what?"

Another slap, harder this time. "I said count them."

"One," I gasped out.

Slap.

"Two!"

He spanked me over and over, each strike sending jolts of pain-pleasure through me. But between the slaps, his hand would stroke my hip, almost soothing, before delivering another punishing blow. The contrast was maddening, the brutality mixed with gentleness that he tried to hide.

By the time he reached ten, my ass was burning, and I was sobbing into the pillows. But I was also shamefully close to another orgasm.