Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin

folds and air hissed between his teeth. But he didn’t sink deep the way she thought he would—the way she craved.
    His cock sank only inches, enough to wet the head in her juices, and then he pulled away, only to tease her with another shallow dip inside.
    “No.” She bit her lips to halt the litany of curses she wanted to scream.
    His mirthless laughter gusted against her ear. He licked her earlobe and stabbed into her ear, making her shudder with delight.
    “Think I’ll let you have it?” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you? Your pussy’s crying for me to come inside. It’s clamping so tight around my head, you can’t lie about what you want.”
    “I want you off me,” she gritted out.
    “Say my name, Stasia.”
    “Stop playing with me!”
    “Be a good girl.” He nipped her shoulder in exactly the spot he’d gripped her earlier that night. “Say my name, like you really want me.”
    “Fuck you!” she sobbed.
    He dipped his cock back inside, a teasing probe that stretched her, making her pussy tingle and ripple. “Say it.”
    God, she’d come if he just pushed a little deeper. Could she goad him into doing it? “I don’t care whose prick’s inside me—you’re just any old cock.”
    “Liar,” he drawled. “Shall I leave you here, draped over the desk like a whore and invite one of the deputies to fuck you hard, like you like it?”
    No, no, no! God, just you! Unable to hold it back, her shoulders slumped and her breath hitched. “Don’t—”
    “Shhh…” He stroked inside, a little deeper this time, and a hand soothed over her hair, petting her gently.
    The tenderness of his touch almost did her in completely.
    “I couldn’t let them have you. I already told you. Mine’s the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you again.”
    He glided out and in again, and tears of relief fell to the desk. She took a deep steadying breath, savoring the sensation of his comfort now the storm was past.
    Only he halted. “But there’s still the problem of your punishment.”
    Stasia stiffened beneath him, wanting to howl, to scream the walls down. “Why are you doing this to me? You don’t love me.”
    “Who says, baby? Don’t I love you enough to want what’s best for you?”
    “You think you’re what’s best for me?” she asked, her voice rising on a note of hysteria. He continued to hold himself still inside her while her whole body shivered and cramped with need.
    Alec planted a kiss on the side of her cheek and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you know it by now? I know all your nasty secrets, your dark desires.” He whispered directly into her ear. “I’m the only one who can give you exactly what you need.”
    Her forehead settled on the desk. She hid her expression, unwilling to let him see how shattered she felt. “And what do I need?” she asked, not recognizing the thin, faint sound of her own voice.
    “To be punished.”
    Fresh desire leaked from deep inside her to surround his cock. His laughter this time sounded strained as he lifted from her back. “Hold that thought, love.” His fingers glided over her ass, and his thick thumb trailed the crevice separating her cheeks.
    Stasia moaned a protest when he circled her sensitive asshole.
    “You’re tight here, Stasi. I noticed that right off when I played with it earlier. Didn’t Max ever fuck your ass?” he whispered, fingering her opening.
    “No,” she groaned. “He was always in a hurry.”
    “I’m not rushing your punishment. I told you I’d pound your sweet ass—I keep my promises.”
    His hips drew away, and he withdrew his cock, leaving her pussy empty and aching. The cool air licked at the sweat that had gathered where their bodies met and the moisture clinging to her engorged folds. She heard the rustle of clothing and boots dropping to the floor. Her heart thudded, dull and heavy, picking up in pace when his hands smoothed up the backs of her thighs and beneath her belly to pull her bottom past the edge of