It’s a tighter squeeze than I was expecting. I’m half tempted to take the armchair instead, but Rhys grabs me before I can and plants me firmly in front of him while spooning me from behind.
“Stay,” he orders as he snakes his arm across my stomach.
His arms caging me in like this should trigger my claustrophobia, but it doesn’t. I feel warm and protected and it isn't long before sleep takes us.
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
Rhys
It’s been a longtime since I woke up this comfortable and content.
Ollie’s snuggled into me, her face buried into my chest and her hand clutching my shirt like she’s scared I’m going to leave. Her face is completely relaxed, missing the darkness that lingers over her like a storm cloud, making her look younger and more at peace. She’s so warm and soft against me, fitting in my arms so perfectly it’s like she was made for me.
There’s a zap of fear in my chest at that thought, but I shove it away. I may have been fighting this connection between us since wemet, but I’m not doing that any longer. As terrifying as it is, there’s no point when I’ve already fallen.
I reach up and brush tendrils of her thick chestnut hair from her face, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my fingers. She sighs and snuggles closer, her hips bumping into mine. I grunt as she inadvertently grinds against my hard cock and her soft moan in reply threatens to undo me.
And then she does it again, harder and more insistent this time.
Fuck.
I gently hold her hip, stopping her movement as I bite back a groan. “Fuck. You need to stop doing that,” I breathe, knowing it’s stupid since she’s still asleep.
Except she’s not, because the hand she had draped over my waist is now sliding down to cup my aching erection.
The little brat.
My eyes narrow at the side of her face. “Princess…” The warning in my voice is clear, although I don’t pull away her hand.
A smirk stretches across her lips as she squeezes my cock, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. I shudder and groan, my eyes closing for a moment at just howgoodher touch feels.Shit. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched by another person and I’m already on the edge, my dick hard enough to pound nails and my balls drawn up tight.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she teases, giving me another squeeze.
Motherfuc—“You keep doing that and this is going to get messy,fast.”
“Sounds fun.” She licks her lips, her emerald eyes burning with desire. “Let me—”
She shifts, the movement jostling my ribs and causing a shockwave of pain across my chest and side. I hiss and flinch away, only causing the pain to get worse.Fucking broken ribs, I think with a frustrated growl.
Ollie freezes, the heat gone from her eyes and replaced with guilt and horror. I hate it. She snatches the hand away from my crotch like it burned her. “Shit. I’m soso—”
I clamp my hand over her mouth, cutting her off. “You don’t need to apologise, princess. It was an accident.” I remove my hand and slide it to the back of her neck.
She nods her head, but her expression doesn’t change. In fact, I can see her retreating into herself, no doubt mentally berating herself because she wanted pleasure.
SomethingIstill want as well, but there’s no way I’ll be able to get her out of her head and fuck her like I want to with these ribs. And I refuse to give this chance up, not when anything could happen as soon as we leave the safety of this building. If being kidnapped by Luke and his gang has taught me anything, it’s to grab these moments when you can.
Which means I need to get creative.
The brat could do with a little punishment. Although nothing extreme, since we still haven’t had that conversation about limits.Later.
I grab her hand and place it back on my crotch. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” My voice is low and husky.
Her eyes flick to mine, uncertainty, guilt and desire warring with each other in her gaze. “Rhys, I’m not sure this is a good idea. Not with your injured ribs,” she says, even as her hand tightens around the outline of my erection.
“I didn’t ask about my ribs, I asked about my dick.”
She licks her lips, desire overtaking her other emotions. “Yes, I can feel it.”
