Darkness Comes by Scarlett Sanderson

abuse those sick fucks put her through. She needed to understand he wouldn’t hurt her. Not the way they had. That she shouldn’t be ashamed, that unconventional sex didn’t have to mean abuse.
    He burned for her. Wanted to own her heart. Possess her soul.
    Possessing her was the only thing that mattered to him. He had to have her.
    “Answer me, you asshole. Arggh.” Iron clanged as she smashed the links against the wall.
    “Feel familiar, Doc? Don’t struggle. I’m not going to hurt you. But I’m not letting you go.”
    She stilled. Her body stiffened, spine rigid. Brow furrowed, slashed mouth, panic obvious on her face.
    Dylan inhaled. Tension shot through his veins, hammered in his gut. He didn’t want her afraid of him. He needed to make her realize she was in control of her desires. She could choose what pleased her now, what could take her over the edge.
    “Please, Dylan. Let me go.”
    He crossed to her in two strides. He sniffed her hair. The musky scent of arousal filled his senses. His cock twitched. Despite her fear, she still wanted him. The element of submission turned her on.
    He combed his fingers through her hair and gripped a handful of the silky strands. “I’m going to touch you and when I’m done you’ll beg me to fuck you. I know you want this. Crave it. Give me your orgasm.” He nibbled her earlobe, reveled in her soft moan of pleasure. “Trust me to hurt you, Mia.”
    She thrust her breasts forward and he palmed them, flicked his thumbs over the turgid rosy buds.
    A deep groan filled his ear. He smiled. “Like that?”
    She nodded. “Mmmm.”
    “Good.” He pinched her nipples, tugged hard before releasing.
    “Dylan.” She screamed his name.
    Was she wet? Dipping his hand between her thighs, he ran a fingertip along her slit. Her juices coated his skin. He hadn’t been wrong. She enjoyed his harsh touch.
    “I can feel how wet you are. What would Ramierez say if he could see you now, creaming because I hurt you?”
    “Please—”
    “Please what, Mia? You want more? ’Course you do. You’ve wanted this for a long time. It’s time to let go. Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.” He spun her round, bent her forward. Her naked ass stuck in the air, ripe as a peach. “You have a spankable ass. Ever been spanked?”
    “Yes.” She hissed out the word.
    Dylan traced the curve of her buttocks. “Did you enjoy it?”
    “Sometimes.”
    He slapped his palm against one fleshy globe. She moaned and he spanked her again with more force. “More?”
    She mumbled something inaudible.
    “If you want more, ask for it. Take what you need. You control what you need.”
    “More. Please more.”
    He spanked her continuously, spanked until his hand burned. Her skin mottled. Heat radiated from the marks.
    His brand.
    Triumph roared like a beast in his soul. This beautiful, intelligent woman belonged to him. His Mia. The fragile bird with a core of steel. She’d wormed her way into his life, possessing him, making his dead heart beat.
    He wiped sweat from his brow and stepped back. “Stand up straight and face me.”
    She did as he commanded. Her chest rose and fell due to her labored breathing. Her pussy lips, swollen and puffy, glistened. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She wasn’t thinking about shame or her past. Right then, her eyes alight, she wanted him to fuck her.
    It took every ounce of control not to ram his cock inside her.
    “Look how wet you are. Are you ready to come?”
    She blinked, strained against her chains. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
    “How long’s it been since you had an orgasm?”
    “Years. I can’t come.”
    He raised a brow. “That’s a lie. You can come.” He gripped her hair, jerked her forward. “I can make you come.”
    “Yes—”
    “But I’m not going to. Not here.” He sank his teeth into her shoulder, biting gently, marking the skin. He wanted to mark her all over. Claim his territory.
    She shivered in his arms, whimpered. His pulse spiked in