“She hasn’t said,” Aries rasps.
Cash sinks the mattress on my right side, his big palm resting gently against the center of my back. “Don’t be a literal bunny and burrow yourself. Come outta there.”
The pillows get lifted from my head, and even though I don’t want to tell them what happened because it sounds clinically insane, or for them to see where I smacked myself, I turn my head and crack my eyes open to Aries laying down on her side with her concern directed at me.
Razor must be at my feet. I can’t see him. But the mattress is dipping beneath my legs, and his undeniable, calloused touch is running up the back of my thigh.
My swallow is loud. It pops in my ears as I relent and try finding the words for what I experienced. “I… I was being followed and, uh, ran into a man.”
Aries’ brows hitch and Razor’s hand squeezes around my thigh. As fast as I’m registering his shift in grip, the springs are squeaking and I’m getting yanked back.
I yelp in response, my arms coming out and stretching over my head, my face dragging down the sheet, then his hands are swiftly violating my hips to flip me over onto my back.
Whimpering, I shrink, shooting my knees to either side of my chest and pressing my head into the mattress.
The contours of his cheekbones are extra hollow, his jaw tense and his eyes sharp. He crowds over me and grabs my face, halfway covering my mouth to tilt my head to the side with ire darkening underneath his eyes.
“What? What is it?” Aries panics, shooting up near my head.
Her braids dangle in my face and Razor turns my head even more, his weight dropping into my legs to inspect what’s surely the remains of what I did to myself.
That ill—twisted—deprived part of me shuts off what happened.
I stop thinking about it.
There’s a throb radiating up through my thighs, encouraging… No. Encouraging is bleak compared to the possession my body is undergoing to open my legs, to let his weight sink to the ache.
I shouldn’t. But his eyes are locking on mine and he’s slowly taking the invitation, his hips rocking back against my inner thighs.
“Who did this, Bunny?” he asks quietly, roughly, a guttural need dripping from his larynx.
“Me,” I murmur, my movement restricted from his deadly hand.
Aries leaps off the bed. “Yeah, okay, Bunny. You hit yourself. That makes sense.” Walking toward the bathroom, she snaps around, her long, dark braids swishing to the curve of her toned frame. “You won’t always be able to run, Bun.”
If it were anyone else, I’d take it as a threat.
I guess I don’t really have much opportunity to take it in any way. Razor’s stroking down my throat, even with Cash still sitting right behind my head, and it’s crackling every contending thought into embers that warm my blood and heighten the pressure.
“What really happened?” Razor angles his head, softening his expression and exploring the nook of my collarbone with a featherlike touch.
His barbed wire chain is hanging over my mouth. It’s at the perfect distance to stretch my neck up and get my teeth around it.
I wouldn’t.
I won’t.
I want to, though. The hum he’s pressing…
A gasp slips down my throat, my ensnared eyes widening and my hands latching into the comforter. That’s… Um, that’s his dick lengthening against me. The hard vigor is breaking through his sweatpants and confirming what I’ve been curious about.
He gasps silently, altering his expression into theatrical shock. “It’s that’s spooky?”
His drama doesn’t linger. It falls into a lazy smirk that has him loosely caging my throat, his thumb stretched to trace my jawline.
Somehow, blood is rupturing through my face and draining out my back. Chills are threatening my chest, but my veins are liable to combust.
His dick wouldn’t be stiff if he didn’t like having me in this position, at his mercy. So, yes. That isspooky.
