And beautiful, haunted Skylar waits for me at the table. The sight of her stops my heart from beating.
Until she smiles at me, maybe hoping to appeal to my soft side.
Can’t have that. She can’t go try to run. Can’t go anywhere outside this house without me. She won’t make it.
Escaping Colbert while my family is alive is impossible. Numerous leather purses scattered across the US serve as proof.
“Don’t punish me.” Something in my expression frightens her, anxiety bleeding into her voice.
More fear ripples from her the closer I get. I stay quiet, soaking it in.
“I stayed here, like you asked. Please.”
“I’m not about to punish you.” The picnic basket’s on the table. Skylar flinches at thethunk. “I’m here to take care of you.”
“You’re lying. You’re giving me that look.” Her eyes gloss, shimmering with unshed tears. “That angry look.”
“Angry, huh?” I curl my fingers around her wrist, locking my gaze on hers.
“Yes.”
This close, her scent wraps around me, subtle but undeniable. My body hums as I recognize it. This isn’t bleach, nor is it lime, nor any of the other things that fill this basement.
This is her. Her arousal. Her need. Distinctlyhers.
“Not angry. But this—” I press her palm to my cock. “This is what you do to me. When I look at you like that, it’s because I’m picturing my dick fucking that tight little throat.”
She gasps, the sound pulling something dark from my depths.
“Feel that? How hard I am for you?” I grind my hips, hungry for the friction though I shouldn’t. “But there’s order to things, starting with taking care of your wound. You’re pre-med, you know better.”
Her eyes are as wide as saucers. “I never told you I was.”
“Didn’t have to. The day you booked the tour here, I found out everything I could about you.” I’ll never get enough of the way she looks at me, stunned and in awe. “So yeah, even though I’m dying to fuck you, tending to you is more important.”
“Fuck me?” she whispers, but it sounds for all the world like a moan. “Who says I’d let you?”
I huff a laugh.
She scoffs.
“You did,” I say.
Before I get to cleaning her, I scowl, remembering she probably needs the bathroom. So I carry her upstairs, her weight nothing in my arms.
We use the bathroom, with my hand shackled around her wrist at all times so she won’t break into a run that could end her life.
It’s adorable, the way she keeps insisting she never said I could fuck her as I pass her a fresh toothbrush. I don’t say a word, standing next to her while we both brush our teeth.
Moments later, we’re back in the basement, where I lower her to the table.
“Well, when did I say that?” Secretly, Skylar enjoys teasing me.
She likes this little fake argument. Fine, I’ll let her have it.
“Only every time you stare at me. Your eyes go dark. Your pussy, I smell it, how much you need me.” I hook my fingers into the hem of her shirt. “You’re basically telling me you’d let me do anything to you.”
“You’re around about it. All of it.”
