Tonight, though, was different. I woke up afraid and alive but not alone.
Maybe Brody finally convinced himself that I want him. Or maybe he was searching for proof that I did. Too bad it won’t work on me. The whole point of my psychoanalysis downstairswas to find some way to use his own delusions against him. Him fingering me is not part of the deal.
Think, Trinity, think.
Heart hopping, I struggle to ignore the pleasure seeping through me like water through a foundation.
But the touch is just so good, I can’t push past it.
Brody circles my clit with his heavy fingertip until my hips buck back, causing me to unintentionally align my ass with his erect shaft. My eyes widen when I feel his hardened length.
A short, clipped groan rumbles from deep in his throat as he rocks against me, grinding our bodies together, all while he teases my clit and pussy.
I shudder, writhing under his touch.
I can’t take this anymore.
If he keeps going, I won’t be able to stay quiet.
My silence is the only upper hand I have. Once I start reacting, I’m as good as a goner.
Brody’s breath heats the back of my neck. “You feel that?”
Tapping into my rage, I throw my arms straight down, shoving his hand away from me and out of my pants.
Catching him off guard, I roll off the bed and spring to my feet.
Without his touch sparking fuzzy heat through my whole body, my head starts to clear in the cool night air.
Shit. I have got to get away from him.
I don’t waste a single second as I march for the door.
I’ll wait out my eventual death downstairs.
As soon as I pull the door open, a massive hand slams against the wood above my head, forcing the door closed again.
In the semidarkness left by the star-filled sky beyond the windows, Brody looms over my shoulder, heaving in the dim blue of night.
Despite my fear, I fight to stand my ground and whirl to face him. “Get some sleep, Brody. You’ve got a busy day of evil to get to tomorrow. I’m sure you need your rest?—”
“Shut up.” So much menace laces his command that I retreat until my back hits the door. “We’re not finished until I say we’re finished.”
His tone sends shivers crawling down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
Panic sprouts along the edge of my consciousness.
If he does demand it…will I fight him?
I’m not so sure my body would say no, even if my mind wanted to.
“Brody—”
Before I can conjure up some clever way to distract him, he seals his mouth over mine with such force, the back of my head rocks into the bedroom door.
A muffled squeak of surprise escapes me, but I sound like I’m moaning.
Maybe I am.
