Looking into his eyes, I’m drawn to the sharp line of his jaw, the way the vein in his neck pulses when he swallows. “Someone like you fucks and forgets.”
His mouth twitches. Then he grips my wrists tighter, and I wince.
“Someone like me?” he repeats, voice dropping further. “Oh, trouble… you have no fucking idea who I am.”
His free hand drags slowly down, finds the waistband of my leggings, just below my belly button, and my heart stutters.
“You’re the type who’d leave before the sun is up. No call, no text.” My voice cracks as his fingers slip under the hem, grazing the top of my panties. “Flynn—”
His gaze lifts sharply. “Eyes on me.” I obey without thinking, and his grin deepens.
“Good girl.”
His fingers move down, grazing my skin over the fabric. “And you blocked me, never replied to my voicemail.” He continues, voice dark.
“I—” My head snaps back when his finger presses on my clit.
“You what?” He kicks my legs apart with his boot and then presses harder. My entire body shutters. “Keep going.”
“I thought you—” Shit. “You didn’t care.”
He starts to circle my clit, slowly, pressing at the same time. My hands are still pinned hard above my head, but I barely feel the pain; all I feel is his finger and his breath on my neck as he leans in.
“You thought wrong, trouble.” His voice is deep, his teeth graze the soft skin of my neck, and I shiver. “You bled on my cock. You let me be the first man inside that tight little cunt, and now I fucking own you.”
He moves his finger fast and pulls the fabric away, shoving one finger inside me, and I let out a whimper.
“Jesus Christ!” It comes out breathless, my eyes shutting down.
“I said, ‘Eyes on me.’” He whispers near my ear before moving further, and I open my eyes, meeting his.
“You—” He starts to pump his finger while his thumb circles my clit non-stop. “You don’t own me.”
He chuckles darkly. “I do, and you will obey me.” He stops, and I let out a deep breath, trying to pull my hands down, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Open your legs wider.” And I do it. Just like that. What the hell? It’s like he has some kind of control spell on me.
“See? I told you I own you.” He inserts another finger and moves them in and out, and I moan out his name, my legs shaking. He curls his fingers, and I wince at the stretch.
“I will need to prepare this little cunt and ass to take me.” He grunts, and the sound of his voice drives me closer to the edge. “That’s it, ride my hand, like the little slut you are.”
I should feel offended, but I don’t; it’s the opposite. I ride his hand; he curls his fingers again as he leans in and bites my neck. The sensation is too much; the orgasm hits me like a brick wall. My entire body convulses, but he keeps me pinned to the wall, holding me by my wrists when my legs give out.
“Such a good girl.”
He lets go of my hands and steps back. I lean against the wall, palms flat on the cold concrete, trying to keep myself from collapsing.
His fingers rise to his mouth. He licks them clean—slow—and my cheeks burn so hot I feel dizzy. My heart pounds, frantic and helpless.
“Keep the camera and the computer, Autumn. You need them to work.”
His voice is deep, amused, like this was all some casual arrangement instead of a wrecking ball to my sanity. He gives me one last look, up and down, then walks to the door, unlocks it, and leaves.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Thirteen
Flynn
The cold air hits me like a slap. I’m hard, and if it weren’t for the fact that she’s still recovering from the fire, I’d be inside her, making her say my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
