Breath ragged.
Hands shaking.
“You’re mine to deal with,” he tells me.
“Not theirs.”
He clutches my jaw and kisses me.
Then rips himself away like it physically injures him.
“This is the last time,” he lies.
We both know it’s only the beginning.
Chapter 30
Becki
The basement room isn’t a room at all.It’s a box made of cinder blocks and bad vibes.
Royal doesn’t shove me inside.He doesn’t drag me.He walks ahead of me like a wolf leading prey down into its grave… and stopping every few steps to make sure I’m following.
I should run.I should scream.
I should fight.
But every time he looks back over his shoulder, those eyes rake me slow, hungry, horny
and my legs move on their own.
The steel door slams behind us and the sound vibrates through the concrete.The only light is a single bare bulb swinging from the ceiling.It flickers across his tattoos, black ink winding up his throat, down his arms, across his ribs like scripture carved into muscle.
He locks the door.
The click is like a hand is constricting my throat.
Royal turns toward me.
God, he looks ferocious.
His long hair down for once is messy from dragging his hands through it.His cut hangs open and I see the glint of metal at his chest.His tongue ring flashes when he drags it across his bottom lip.His cock ring, yeah, I see the outline pressing obscenely against his jeans, has him painfully hard already.
He stalks toward me slow, deliberate, controlled in the way only a man one breath from losing control can be.
“You knew I would cage you down here,” he says.His voice is smoke and gravel.“You fucking knew.”
My pulse kicks.“Yeah.I knew.”
“You think this is a game.”
“No,” I whisper.“I think it’s a confession.”
Royal laughs.It’s low and violent and beautiful.
He reaches out and grabs my chin between his tattooed fingers, forcing my head up like he’s inspecting something he’s about to destroy.His thumb drags across my lower lip.His breathing changes.
“You tremble when I touch you.”
