The possessive rage was thick, dangerous. His body was tight with it, his eyes glowing in fury.
“Pictures can be faked,” she threw back at him furiously. “I am still a virgin, the proof is there—”
“And do you think I did not check that first thing?” he asked her coldly. “Do you think I am such a fool I would not know if the obstruction was there or not? I have checked, Hope, and there is none. You can stop lying this moment.”
Hope stilled. She stared up at him, uncomprehending. His rage was a tangible thing, and yet so was his pain.
“What do you mean?” she whispered in confusion. “It’s there.”
He shook his head, a snarl of fury on his lips, though his voice stayed level this time.
“Why do you think your pants are open? Why do you think the demand of your body is so much worse than before? I checked. I slid my finger easily inside you, Hope, deep inside. Your sweet pu**y gripped me tighter than a glove, but there was no obstruction. You are no virgin. Did you not think I would check to be certain? Do you think I would not give my mate the benefit of a doubt where that bitch’s claims are concerned? I beg you to cease your lies. Tell me what I want to know, now.”
And Wolfe wouldn’t lie. Of course, he would have checked first. He never made claims he wasn’t certain of. He was coldly logical, always in control of himself and his facts. It had been one of the things that drove her mother insane at the Labs. How easily he could show her for the vicious, incompetent monster she was. She had lost nearly all support for her control of the Labs within the Genetic Council that backed it, before the raid had taken it apart.
“You made a mistake.” There was no other explanation, though she feared there was.
She felt tears gather behind her eyes. She wouldn’t shed them, not now where he could see and would ridicule them. Pain bloomed in her heart, in her soul. She knew as sure as she lived that if what Wolfe said was true, then her mother had somehow arranged the hymen to be broken during her last visit to the doctor. She remembered being more tender than usual, more uncomfortable during the physical exam than she normally was.
Her scream of denial was a silent one. She stilled, fighting to breathe, to get through the pain one second at a time. That was all she could do.
“There is no mistake.” He punctuated his words by ripping the shirt from her arms then tossing the tattered remains to the floor.
After the first flinch, Hope merely lay still, staring up at him. He was so coldly furious, enraged at what he saw as her deception. It wouldn’t matter if she had found a way to be with another man, she wouldn’t have done so. Wolfe held her heart and soul.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he stared down at her now. She wanted so desperately to allow her tears to fall, but she couldn’t. Not yet. Not now. Later, when he no longer watched her, when she could no longer see the cold detachment in his eyes.
“Did you bring me more clothes?” She kept her voice even, cool. She couldn’t lose control now. She wouldn’t.
He narrowed his eyes on her.
“You will need no clothes until you tell me the plans the Bitch has made for me and my Pack and how damaging the information is that she has on our whereabouts,” he told her, his voice hateful, cold and hard.
Hope swallowed past the knot of betrayal in her throat.
“I don’t know any of her plans,” she whispered. “I didn’t even know you were alive until you kidnapped me. She hasn’t spoken your name in all these years until she called this morning and asked if I had seen you.”
“Wrong answer.” He lifted a knife from the bedside table and cut her bra away. “Try again.”
Hope was silent. She stared up at the ceiling, fighting to breathe through her pain as he cut her jeans and panties from her body next. She had no clothes now, no pride.
She prayed for detachment, but when his hand cupped her between her legs, two fingers burying into her damp slit, she was unable to stop her needy cry or the arch of her body.
“Your pu**y is so wet, so slick for me,” he growled. “Tell me, sweet Hope, did you get this wet for the men who have f**ked you since I marked you as my own?”
His voice was rough and angry, but his touch was gentle, arousing. She felt her juices flow over his fingers, her cunt contracting painfully with the need for release.
“There have been no other men,” she said, fighting to breathe through the intense sensations whipping through her body. “I swear it, Wolfe.”
His fingers parted the folds of her cunt, then she felt a wailing cry shatter her body as the two fingers slid deep and easily into her vagina. They stretched her, filled her, making her hungry cunt clasp them desperately. But there was no obstruction.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Where is your virginity, Hope?” He was lodged deep inside her now, and he had met no resistance. “I will not punish you for the betrayal of your body. I know the games that bitch mother of yours plays. But if you do not tell me how she plans to strike against the Pack, then I will punish you, and I will not stop until you give me what I want.” He pulled back, then thrust inside her firmly once again.
Hope lost her breath. It was such near bliss. Pleasure arced over her body, through it; lightning heated her skin as she strained toward the building pressure centered at his tormenting fingers.
“I swear to you, Wolfe. I swear, she hasn’t told me anything,” Hope panted, her head twisting on the pillows, her hips fighting to drive his fingers inside her again.
“How can I believe you, beloved?” he questioned her gently. “You will not even admit to the loss of your virginity. Lies spill from your lips like honeyed caresses on a heated night.”
A tear spilled from her eye. She stared resolutely at the ceiling above her, fighting her pleas, but she couldn’t still her body as easily. Her hips jerked as his fingers thrust slowly inside her cunt once again. The biting pleasure/pain from the smooth thrust was like fiery fingers of near ecstasy. Damn him, he knew what he was doing; she could hear it in his controlled breathing, feel it in the tormenting thrusts inside her.
“I’m not your beloved.” She shook her head, fighting not to beg. “I’m nothing to you.”
Silence greeted her words. His fingers stilled inside her, then slid free.
“Why would you say such a thing?” he asked her harshly, angrily.
Hope glanced at him in surprise. He was frowning down at her, his expression dark, confused at her feelings, as though his actions spoke differently. As though he were loving her rather than punishing her. Not that her body knew the difference right at that moment.