Free Darkness Comes by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

The sharp sting sent a jolt of electricity down to her clit.
    Something primal surged between them. Something raw and dark and forbidden.
    She pulled his hair, stilling his movements. Her ragged breathing came out in short, sharp pants. Need pumped through her. The pure, unadulterated need to fuck.
    She hadn’t felt this sexual in years. She wanted him on a level that defied logic. “Don’t tease me.”
    He removed her hand and rounded the couch to stand in front of her, towering above her like some dark presence threatening to consume her. He cupped her face, ran the pads of his thumbs over her lips. “I want to tease you. I want you so turned-on you can’t breathe. I want you primed and ready so as soon as I enter you, you’ll take what you need. You’ll come because you’ll be so ready you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
    She turned from him. Her body was already primed.
    He gripped her chin hard and forced her to look at him. “Trust me to hurt you enough to bring you pleasure. Trust me to take you over the edge.”
    Mia’s heart softened even as her hormones fired into overdrive. In some fucked-up way it was the most romantic thing she’d ever heard. She didn’t doubt his words for a second. Once she embarked on a physical relationship with him there would be no going back. The life she’d built for herself would be gone.
    She didn’t care. All that mattered was being with Dylan. “I trust you.”
    He nuzzled her neck, pressed a delicate kiss to the raging pulse beating below the surface. “Good. Now stand up.”
    She stood.
    Dylan clamped her wrist, jerking her forward. Pain lanced through her with the force of his jerk. Her anger surged, unfurled. All the emotions she’d repressed for years came bubbling to the surface. She wasn’t the victim anymore. She could take what she desired.
    She launched herself at him, matching his violence with her own. Clawing. Biting. Punching.
    Her unleashed fury knocked him to the ground. Tumbling on top of him, she continued to rain blows on every exposed part of his body. In her mind, their darkness fought for dominance, ripped at each other.
    Someone screamed. Mia realized the cry of frustration had fallen from her lips.
    Dylan gripped her wrists again, locked his thighs around her waist and rolled over, pinning her wrists above her head. She continued to snap at him with her teeth. Reaching up, neck muscles straining, she latched on to his collarbone, sucking on the tender flesh until he hissed.
    Blood rushed to the mark, forming a bruise. She fell back. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
    Him. Only him.
    “You’ll pay for that.”
    She jerked her hips upward, slamming her groin into his. “Make me pay.”
    He swallowed her words with a rough, tantalizing kiss. Tongues dueled, teeth clashed. He grabbed her hair. She raked her nails over his shoulders, scoring the flesh. Locking her heels around his thighs, she lifted her hips, ground her pussy against his groin like a wanton whore. She tried to ease the ache that throbbed like a sensual drumbeat between her thighs.
    He moved down until he reached the lapels of her blouse. Dylan gathered the material in his fist, growled and tore. The silk gave. Cool air burst over her feverish skin, her nipples tightened and beaded into tiny, rosy buds, aching to be palmed and pinched.
    Dylan hungrily raked his gaze over her, stopping when he reached her scars. Mia held her breath. Reverently, he ran his fingertips over the ugly, puckered welts.
    Embarrassment flared. “Forget them.”
    Dylan tilted his head to the side. “Ashamed, Mia?”
    Her cheeks flushed. Did he really want to go over her past again? Now, when she was so close to achieving orgasm? “We’ve been over this.”
    “No, we haven’t.” He laved her scars with his tongue, lapping at the marred flesh.
    Mia moaned. Her blood heated, her pussy flowed with cream. She needed to feel his body against hers. She found the cotton of his tank top and