Page 99 of Breaking Rosalind
Emotions flood my psyche, causing my internal walls to tremble under the weight of fury, fear, and frustration. My eyes sting with unshed tears, and it takes every ounce of strength to keep them from spilling.
“Eyes on me.”
My eyes snap open, loosening two tears.
“Hump it,” he says, his grin widening with malice.
“What?” I rasp.
“If you’re that desperate to come, then take what you need.”
I hesitate, my eyes wide, my heartbeat pounding against my eardrums. “Is this a test?” I ask, trying not to stumble over my words. “Some kind of joke?”
His gaze softens. “Go on, pet.”
I should close my eyes, turn my head, and refuse to play his sick games. But hunger, thirst, and hours of sexual torture have changed the chemistry of my blood. My hormones rage at me to take what’s offered and clear my head with an orgasm, so I can think through my escape.
My survival instincts wonder what happens if I give Cesare everything he wants and he gets bored? Will I end up like Tania, dead and discarded?
“Want a shower?” he asks.
I clench my jaw. There’s no fucking way he’ll ever unbuckle these restraints. I’ll say yes, and he’ll drench me with the sprinklers. Or a hose. Or he’ll stick my head in a bath.
Shit. I should stop imagining the worst.
“If you want me to take you to the bathroom, then you’ll come on my finger like a good pet,” he growls.
My resolve crumbles, and I buck my hips within the restraints, rubbing my aching clit against his finger. It feels so good that my throat loosens a whimper.
“Tell me how much you love this,” he says.
“Get fucked,” I reply through clenched teeth.
“Watch your mouth.” He slaps my thigh, and the sting goes straight to my clit. “If you don’t want me to pull my hand away, then you’ll beg me for more.”
Gritting my teeth, I force back a moan. “I love it.”
“Louder.”
“I said I fucking love it,” I snap, my hips jerking.
“Tell me more.”
“Your finger is so thick,” I say through clenched teeth. “I love rubbing myself against it.”
He flashes me a grin, his eyes dancing. “What else?”
I’ve fucked men to perform kills or to gather intel, but none of them have ever forced me to say something so degrading. Humiliation burns through my body like an inferno, electrifying my nerves with an endorphin rush.
My senses become agitated, alive, alert, and my pleasure receptors sing. I’m trembling with anticipation, my breaths coming in short bursts, desperate to chase these intense sensations. Even if I wanted this to end, my hips can’t stop writhing.
What the fuck is this crazy bastard doing to my psyche?
He’s fine-tuning my kinks, transforming me from someone who enjoys pain into the truest form of masochist.
“Dirty little pet,” he says with a cruel chuckle. “So horny, so wet. Humping my finger like a bitch in heat.”
I grit my teeth and grind out, “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”