His cock slides out of me with a brutal drag that leaves me clenching, desperate, aching for the fullness. He doesn’t untie the chain from my ankle. He tightens it. His breath shudders, sharp, feral. “You’ll still feel me inside you when I come back.”
He grabs his gun off the table, loads it with a sharp, brutal click, and is gone before the door finishes swinging shut.
The alarm screams. The monitor flashes. Damien storms toward the breach like he’s not afraid to kill whoever’s waiting—like he’s done waiting for the shadows to take what’s his.
The screen glitches. Camera two—dead. Camera four—static. The system cuts out in sharp, brutal pulses like someone’s overriding it live. A new feed forces itself onto the monitor. Not Damien. Not the hallway. Not the door.
Me.
It’s me, sitting here on the floor, chained, panting, wrecked, still dripping from him. A live feed of my own ruin. I whip my head toward the nearest camera, the one tucked in the corner of the ceiling. The red light’s still blinking. It’s watching me.Theyare watching me.
The feed cuts. Replaced by a single line of text on a black background.
Did you miss me?
My throat locks. My ribs fracture. The cursor blinks, a steady, mocking heartbeat. Another message crawls across the screen.
You can tell him I was here.
The monitor cuts to black. The alarm dies. The silence hits like a gunshot.
The chain rattles when I shift, the weight of it still tight around my ankle, the ache of him still burning inside me. I don’t know how close they got. I don’t know how long they were watching. I don’t know if they ever left. But I know Damien won’t leave me unguarded again. And I know whoever this is—they aren’t done.
The chain drags when I shift, cold metal biting into the raw skin around my ankle where Damien tightened it before he left. The burn keeps me here. The burn keeps me his. But my ribs won’t stop caving. I can still feel him inside me. I can still taste his breath in my mouth.
And I can still see the message.Did you miss me?The cursor still burns behind my eyes like it’s branded there now. I press my hand flat to the floor to stop the tremble. It doesn’t stop. The security feed is dead. The alarm is silent. The room feels like it’s been fucking hollowed out.
The door slams open.
Damien storms back in, his gun still drawn, his pulse snapping so hard I can hear it in the weight of his breath. His eyes cut to me. Not just to me—to the chain. To the tremble in my hands. To the flush in my cheeks still burning from what he just did to me. His ribs won’t stop shaking.
His gun clatters to the table like he doesn’t fucking care who’s watching now. “Tell me.” His voice is low. Flat. Lethal.
I swallow hard, my throat locking. “They were here.” The words fracture. “They sent a message.”
His breath catches. “What did it say?”
I meet his eyes, letting him see the terror and the submission. “Did you miss me.”
His body locks. His breath sharpens. “They were watching us, Damien.” My voice is a ghost. “They were watching while you?—”
The words won’t form. My whole body clenches under the weight of it. His fists curl like he’s going to put them through the nearest wall.
“How long?” His voice cuts sharp. “How fucking long were they watching?”
“I don’t know.”
The weight of his stare pins me to the floor. “You don’t know?”
I shake my head, the tremble punching through me too fast to hold down. His hand drags through his hair, his ribs collapsing. “They watched me keep you.” His voice fractures. “They watched me claim you.” His fists slam the table. “They watched me fucking ruin you.”
The silence punches through the room.
“They saw you beg me to keep you.” His breath stutters, sharp, panicked. “They saw you give yourself to me.” His head snaps toward the dead monitor. “They fucking saw you’re mine.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t move. The weight of the chain cuts into me like it’s the only thing holding me here. He storms to me, his hands slamming to my jaw, his breath breaking against my mouth.
“You’re not scared of me now, are you?”
