Taming the Darkness: Love & Monsters, Book 2 by Devin Harnois Page B

dangerous.”
    He wanted her so bad, wanted her touching him, kissing him, fucking him. Victor made himself say, “That’s what I keep saying.”
    “That’s not what I mean.” She looked around on the floor, nudging her pants aside. “Where’s that condom?”
    Victor tried to lunge forward. The chains rattled and his arms protested.
    Claire looked up at him, a little crease on her forehead. He fought down his desire and the creature inside him and backed away, easing the pressure on his wrists and shoulders. She watched him for a moment, then her gaze drifted to something behind him. “There. I dropped it before you locked yourself up.” He followed her gaze to the small packet on the floor. “Can you go get it?” she asked. “Please?” Her voice shook a little. He took a deep breath to make sure. Yes, she was having a hard time controlling herself. He wanted to talk to her, ask her why she wanted him so much when she knew damn well what he was, when the chains were the only things keeping him from taking her and fucking her raw. His body turned on its own and went to pick up the condom.
    She kept an arm’s length from him when he handed it over. Smart girl. She watched him while she unwrapped and unrolled it. He tested the strength of the chains again, trying to get a few inches closer, but they held. When she touched him, he let out a whimper and the scent of desire that rolled off her as she smoothed the condom over him nearly drove him mad. This was much worse than yesterday, and that had tested every ounce of his control. “Claire, please.” He didn’t recognize his own voice, so low and thick it almost wasn’t human.
    “Stay still and let me finish,” she said. He kept trying to thrust into her hand. When she was done she took a step back and gave him a long look. For a moment he feared she’d changed her mind despite the fuck-me scent surrounding her. He growled his frustration and gave the chains a sharp tug.
    “Get on your back,” Claire said.
    That was weakness, vulnerability. Showing your belly and your throat meant submission, and he did not submit. He fought and won. Victor lifted his lip and snarled at her.
    She stared back. “Lay down, Victor. Do you want to fuck me or not?”
    His mind focused as the human part of him understood what she was saying. The snarl died and his mouth snapped shut. “So hard to think,” he told her, hoping she would understand. He backed away far enough for the chains to allow him to lie on the floor of the AV. The metal was cool against his hot back. He lifted his head so he could see her. Claire took a few cautious steps toward him.
    “Stay still,” she warned. A fine tremor went through his body as he forced it to stay still. She took another step and another. When she stood at his hip, she pulled off her thong. She watched him as she did it. “You can control it, I know you can.” She straddled him, one foot on either side, and he got a very nice view. She squatted down to sit on his stomach, and he trembled with the effort to stay still.
    “Claire, please.” His mind filled with images of fucking her in every way possible.
    The look in her eyes was so serious it cleared his head. “I trust you not to hurt me. Remember that.”
    If he lost control he would not only be hurting her, but betraying her trust. Victor nodded and his trembling eased a little. Claire shifted to hover over him and gripped his cock. He closed his eyes for a moment, clenched his hands as he held the monster back. She lowered herself and he had to watch. At the first touch of her wet pussy, he sucked in a breath and held it while she eased down on him. The way she bit her lip and frowned made him think she wasn’t drawing it out to make him suffer. She was getting used to the size of him, and watching the way she stretched around his cock was a beautiful kind of torture. He held on to the ragged edges of his control. The trembling got worse, but otherwise he stayed still