I balled my hands. No, I wouldn’t admit it. I would never verbalize the slow burn of possession in my gut or the confusion in my mind when it came to understanding her.
Run, Nila. Run.
And she had.
Despite her nakedness, lack of sustenance, and the fact that my family had just finished abusing her, she’d glared into my eyes andbounded away like a deer bolting from a gun. A flash of vulnerability glowed on her face before she was swallowed by the forest.
I expected her to faint with her ridiculous condition—an experiment, as it were, to see what she would do when I pretended to give her what she wanted.
Run?
I never for a fucking moment thought she’d do it.
I expected her to cower. To beg. To cry for the men in her life who had let her down. But she’d done none of those things. I’d known her only briefly, yet she’d demanded more of me than any other woman ever had.
It wasn’t permitted, and now that she’d run, she’d given away more of the disarray inside her. I’d glimpsed the perplexing woman who’d become my charge, prisoner, and plaything.
Someone who had successfully confused the shit out of me.
As much as you don’t understand her, you want her. She came on your tongue, for fuck’s sake.
I stopped in my tracks. She’d fought me on every turn, yet the moment I’d claimed her in front of my brothers, she’d given me ultimate control.
She’d spread her legs and forced her hips into my mouth, giving complete authority for me to lick and nibble and drive her high until she shattered, regardless if she meant to do it or not, she’d used me for pleasure.
She’d gotten off on me fingering her.
My cock stiffened.
The taste of her still lingered in my mouth—the phantom pressure of her cunt squeezing my tongue as she rocketed skyward and detonated. Her fingernails had scraped the table, hands spread thanks to the brothers holding her down. But she hadn’t squirmed to get away fromme.
No, she’d fought to get closer.
And I’d obliged.
Drowning myself in her scent, bruising my lips as I licked her harder andharder.
She’d squirmed and moaned and gasped. She’d delivered herself into my clutches, all because I knew how to make a woman come.
But she didn’t just give me her pleasure.
Christ, no.
She’d given me the briefest taste of how divine it would be to own, not just her body, but her mind and soul, too.
It was addicting.
It was fucking twisting with my head.
I growled under my breath, striding onward. The bloody hard-on I’d sported since she walked into my life poisoned me, turning me against everything I knew, everything I’d embraced since I learned the meaning of survival and discipline.
Hot lust tumbled through my veins.
How could I stay the cold beast I’d been groomed to be when my blood raged for another little taste? Another little indulgence of her tight, wet heat.
Shit, I was going to make myself come if I didn’t stop thinking about her.
My cock rippled, totally agreeing.
