Free Treacherous Lust: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Dark Lust Book 3) by Kira Matthison Page A

smiling.
    “You’re a boxer.” I looked up at him. “Right?”
    “Yes.” He smiled and drew me close for a kiss. He seemed pleased.
    But his face changed when he broke the kiss, and I shivered. He was looking at me now like I was prey…and he was on the hunt.
    “Bend over the bed.” The order was almost careless. He was already turning away; he didn’t check to see if I obeyed.
    I did, though. I was shuddering with sudden fear. I jumped when his fingers brushed against my back, trailing down over my ass and along the sensitive skin of my thighs.
    “What are you afraid of, Lily?”
    “Disappointing you.” The answer came too quickly to deny.
    He gave a quiet laugh that set my blood on fire. “Good.”
    A blindfold, a real one this time, slipped over my eyes and the world went dark. I could hear him moving nearby, but I could see nothing. My fingers tightened on the coverlet, and when I heard the whistle in the air, there was no time even to turn my head. The whip hit the backs of my legs almost lightly, but hard enough to leave a line that stung. I jumped and gave a gasp.
    “Say you’re mine, Lily.”
    “I’m yours.”
    Again, the whip fell; again, I gave a little cry.
    There was nothing I could do to anticipate it. He was clever, never falling into a rhythm I could pick out, waiting until I began to relax and laughing when I jumped. The first lines of pain along my skin disappeared, but a deeper ache began to grow. My skin was tender all over, and time the whip landed, I cried out. It was pain, I knew that—but I wanted it as much as I shrank from it.
    He was behind me suddenly. His fingers slipped inside me without warning, without asking—taking me casually. Already yearning for him, I felt something in my core ignite. My hips rocked back against his fingers and I heard my own moans mingle with his laughter. His fingers disappeared and I whimpered, but he thrust inside me the next moment with an oath, sheathing himself deep.
    “Don’t move.”
    I tried to obey, but my hips wouldn’t stop. I cried out when he slapped my ass hard.
    “I said don’t move.”
    How I held myself still, I didn’t know. It was torture, having him inside me and being unable to move on his cock. My breath came in whimpers.
    The touch of his fingers shocked me. He probed up, to another opening, lube cool against my flesh. I clenched involuntarily.
    “You’ll make it harder.” It didn’t sound like he cared much either way.
    “I don’t think I can—”
    “I told you I’d take your ass.” He drew away for another slap, but then his fingers were back, with something else this time. Cool plastic pressed at the opening and—I gasped—slid inside me. I shuddered and he laughed.
    He took his time, sliding it in and out, a little deeper sometimes, and sometimes shallow, circling my ass before he slipped it back into me. I lost myself in it, eyes drifting closed under the blindfold. I had never felt anything like this before, him inside me in two places. It felt…
    Right.
    “Your hips are moving again.” He wasn’t angry any longer. “You’re asking for more. Do you want more, Lily?”
    The fear returned, sharp. He was almost too big for me—how could I take him ?
    “What’s…more?”
    His fingers were at my neck, yanking me up for him to whisper in my ear.
    “Whatever I say,” he said simply.
    He released me down onto the bed and took me hard, then. He thrust deep, harder even than he had fucked me in his living room, and I lost myself. I was crying his name, begging for more, desperate for the feel of him inside me.
    He stopped long before either of us was done, and the toy was back at my ass, or—
    Bigger. A different toy, one that gave a touch of pain as it slid inside me.
    “Fuck yourself on it.” The order was rough. “Do as I say, Lily. Take all of it.”
    Some part of me had questions, but something more, deeper, wanted nothing more than to obey. My hips were moving before he’d stopped talking. I