“Please,” she whimpered.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Give me what I want from you, Hope.”
He pulled free of her as she screamed out a denial, then sank in with a hard, sure thrust that had her cunt gripping him hard, tightening around him, on the edge of a release so explosive she feared for her sanity. Only to pull back again, his c**k slipping from her grasping, aching vagina as he lowered himself on the bed.
He stretched out between her thighs again, burying his mouth immediately in her pu**y. The stunning pleasure of his tongue lapping at her, thrusting inside her, licking the sensitive walls of her cunt had her screaming out in an agony of desire. His tongue plunged inside her, licking greedily until the tremors began once again. He would move away from her then, question her again. When she had no answers he went to her br**sts, sucking them, nipping at them, drawing on the sensitive ni**les until she was screaming any answer she could think of. And still it wasn’t what he wanted.
“Wolfe. God, I swear, Wolfe,” she screamed out what seemed hours later.
Perspiration soaked her hair, trickled over her neck, between her br**sts. Her throat was hoarse, tears soaked her cheeks and sobs trembled through her body. She was one huge impending orgasm. The need was desperate, her stomach cramping so badly he would have to stop, ease her through the pain, only to begin again. And again. She was mindless, unable to make sense of her surroundings, time or anything else but the desperation to climax.
“Damn you, Hope.” He rose up from her body, his muscles gleaming with sweat, his expression twisted into lines of arousal. “Just tell me who f**ked you. Just give me their names. That’s all I ask. Just that.”
She threw her head back, crying out, wailing at her inability to give him what he wanted. She had already given him names, every male name she could think of, and she still hadn’t given him what he wanted.
“I swear,” she screamed out desperately. “I swear, Wolfe. I swear. There was no one.”
Her stomach cramped again, drawing a ragged cry of pain from her throat as he moved quickly to rub the clenched muscle with a broad hand. She breathed harshly through the charley horse-like pain. She couldn’t curl her body into a better position to fight the pain, she couldn’t move any more than the ropes had allowed hours before.
“Hope.” He smoothed her damp hair back from her forehead, his expression indescribably gentle. “Just one name. I swear I won’t hurt him. Just tell me who.”
CHAPTER SIX
Wolfe knew he couldn’t hold out much longer himself. He hadn’t climaxed yet, despite his earlier vow to her that he would. He suffered with her; he ached so desperately it was torture. His c**k was a burning brand of need. He didn’t dare push it into her mouth again, nor did he dare to f**k her tight little ass as he had earlier. He was on the edge, and he was terrified of hurting her.
He couldn’t go any further. He lowered his forehead to hers, watching the tears that ran across her cheeks, wanting to cry with her. He hadn’t wanted to do this to her. Not like this. But her defiance only fueled his determination to make her submit.
“Enough,” he whispered, his thumb wiping away the tears, only to have more take their place.
What had happened to him? Why had he pushed her so far, tortured her in such a way with her own body? As he watched her he knew; knew to the bottom of his soul that somehow, Hope too had been betrayed. Not just by the Bitch, but now by him.
The frenzy of lust, pain and feelings of betrayal had turned him into more than an animal; he had become no better than the mother who had robbed her of her childhood, and gave her as mate to a man who was as much animal as he was human.
The ‘mating frenzy’ was no easy thing to control, even without the intense possessiveness those pictures had inspired. It had nearly destroyed him at the Labs, clawing at his gut, demanding he take her, make her his, despite her youth, her innocence.
Adding to it, the soul-destroying evidence of those pictures showing that she had allowed another to touch her had awakened a demon inside him that he never knew existed.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as she sobbed weakly. “I’ve always loved you, Wolfe. Always. I would not betray you. Please. Please f**k me.”
He sighed roughly. He had the proof she would do exactly that, and yet, he could do nothing but believe her.
“If I f**k you now, Hope, I will be but an animal taking you.” He couldn’t do that to her. Couldn’t take the chance that he would hurt her. “I don’t want that. Let me leave you long enough to find my control. To be certain I will not hurt you.”
Mockery twisted her exhausted expression.
“What difference does it make,” she whispered, too tired to beg anymore. “Do whatever you want.”
Wolfe dragged his body painfully away from her. There wasn’t a chance in hell he could tolerate jeans. He jerked a pair of sweat pants from the recessed closet instead and pulled them on. His c**k was a monster, straining against the material, howling for release.
Wearily, he released the ropes that bound her, then watched as she curled into a tight ball. Her back was to him then, her bu**ocks gleaming gently, the slick, hot entrance to her body open and clearly accessible. He clenched his teeth in agony as he jerked his shirt from the floor and tossed it to her.
“Put this on. We must talk, Hope.”
“About what?” She cried out, turning to stare up at him in fury. “Let’s talk about six years of hell. Of f**king grief and pain only to learn it was for nothing. Nothing, Wolfe.”
He flinched at her words, but drew in a thankful breath when she rose from the bed, her body shaking from both her lust and her anger.
“Can I take a shower or do I need permission?” She ignored the shirt, standing before him, gloriously naked, furiously aroused.
“Shower,” he sighed. “I will await you in the other room. We will talk then.”
Or they would have. She paled dangerously, clutching her stomach and sinking back to the bed.
“Hope.” He rushed to her, his hand going to her abdomen, feeling the tight bunch of muscles there that he knew would be agonizing. She panted through the pain, clutching at him, staring up at him pleadingly.
“Oh, God. Please. I’m begging you,” she gasped. “It hurts, Wolfe. The arousal hurts so bad I can’t bear it.”
She dragged his hand to her weeping pu**y, crying out, her body arching as he pushed two fingers roughly inside her. The contraction eased, her cunt tightened.