Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

No.

I tried to stop it.

But I couldn’t…not with her. One hard thrust and I pushed all the way in until she beat her hands against my thighs and thrashed her head, desperate for air.

Almost…there.

A guttural grunt and I unleashed a moan. My body jerked, spasming as I filled her mouth and pulled away.

She gasped and spluttered, swallowing my seed all the way down. Hard breaths consumed me as I watched the spittle dribble from her mouth.

“Unh-uh.” I dragged my thumb through the beautiful mess, pushing it in. “Every fucking drop, Helene. Every. Drop.”

Anger seethed in her stare. Her cheeks heaved with consuming, engulfing breaths. Still, she had no option but to yield to me and open once more.

Beep.

My cell vibrated in my pocket. But I didn’t turn away from her. Not yet. Not until I was done. That thought rose as she sucked the last trace from my thumb and yanked her head away.

“Good.” I brushed the backs of my curled fingers along her cheek. “Very good.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

I smiled. All in good time.

Beep.

I winced, hating the intrusion, and tucked myself back into my slacks as I stepped away. One glance into my brother’s darkened room and I reached for my cell, scanning the message.

Riven: You’re needed here now.

“Fantastic,” I muttered, and the last traces of excitement turned cold.

One glance her way and I stopped. “Stay here and stay quiet. You’re a smart woman, Helene. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if those men find out you’re here, do I?”

She gave a small shake of her head.

One nod was all I gave before I headed for the door.

EIGHTEEN

Helene

My body trembled watchingDr. Kane Cruz walk casually out the door as though he hadn’t almost choked me a second before. My knees were weak, barely holding as I pushed up to stand, swiping my mouth, desperate to rid myself of the taste of him.

As theclickof the door sounded, rage exploded inside me.

“You motherfucker.” I stumbled backwards, holding onto that doorway, and sucked in hard breaths. “You goddamnmotherfucker.”

The dark edges of the apartment narrowed in. My head spun, deprived of enough oxygen. The deep gulps of air did little to help me. It was that sick, fucking desire that nailed me to the spot. That aching throbbing between my legs that held me prisoner. I couldn’t move, couldn’t riskrubbing myself.

I was wet, soaked. Each shift of my weight only increased the need to finish what his depravity had started.

Tell me, are you in that pit of desperation right now, Helene?I closed my eyes as those words surfaced.Do you feel that blackness, that uncontrollable urge to cut and burn?

Cut and burn? I shook my head, feeling it drop.

No. I didn’t feel the urge to cut and burn. Not anymore.