Because if they saw what almost happened in that room, they would know the truth I can’t hide anymore.I’m losing the only battle I swore I would win.
I make it five steps down the hallway before I have to stop.
My breath’s coming too hard.
My hands are shaking.
My cock is rock-hard and throbbing against my zipper like it’s been caged worse than she ever was.
I drag in a breath, but it doesn’t help.Becki’s scent is still on me.Her heat still pressed into my palm.Her voice still in my fucking head…Next time you drop that knife, Royal… I’m the one picking it up.
Christ.
Stumbling into the basement, I slam the door, twist the lock so hard I almost snap it off.The mirror catches my reflection, wild-eyed, flushed, tattoos, piercings, looking like the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.
I don’t care.Leaning both hands on the sink, I bow over it, trying to force the lust out of my lungs.Doesn’t work.
Taking her panties out of a drawer, I bring them to my lips.I reach down, unzip, and my pierced cock jumps into my hand, already leaking.Already aching for something I can’t fucking have.
Our prisoner.Becki.
I stroke once, slow, and a groan tears out of me.
“Fuck…”
It’s not just the knife play.It’s her.It’s every way she tests me.Every shiver when I touch her.Every breath she gives me like it’s a secret she shouldn’t have told.
I squeeze tighter.
Imagine her chained wrist pulled over her head.Imagine dragging the knife flat down her thigh while she spreads her thighs wide for me, all stubbornness gone, all claws dulled, begging for the slice of danger and the heat of my mouth on her pussy.
My hips jerk forward.
I brace against the sink harder, breathing through clenched teeth as images hit me like bullets.Becki kneeling between my legs, chain rattling, her chin lifted in that proud, arrogant way that makes me want to fuck her crazy out.
I slide my meat between her lips.I can almost hear the ring hitting her teeth
Becki on her back, my knife on her stomach, her thighs shaking while I hold her open and tell her not to move.Becki’s lips parted, whispering my name like a prayer she’ll never say in church.
My fist moves faster.My legs tremble.She told me she wasn’t afraid of me.I didn’t believe her.
Now I do.
Because the only thing more dangerous than a man who wants to touch a woman like her…is a woman who wants him to.
“Becki…” I breathe, head dropping forward.
I feel the moment I lose the fight, I feel the snap, the surrender, the need ripping through me too raw to hide anymore.My hand pumps faster, my cock spasming hard, pleasure burning through my spine like wildfire.
“Fuck.”
I come with a harsh groan, pulse clenching tight, spilling hot over my fingers, the sink, the edge of the mirror.My hips jerk through the pulses, breath broken, vision blurring at the edges.
I brace there, panting, trying to drag myself back into a body that doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
A prisoner to the girl I chained.A man undone by the one thing he swore not to feel.
I wash my hand.Wipe the sink.Straighten my clothes.
