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“Are you going to admit that you took my wallet?” No response.

Another slow drag of the pad of my thumb over her nipple. I can do this for hours. I've got the patience for it. Years in Mountjoy will teach you that.

I lower my mouth to her collarbone—not a kiss, just the warmth of it—and feel her chest rise sharply.

“Torin.” I sit up and give her a patient look.

She stares at me, her wrists still roped to the bar above her head, something working hard behind her eyes.

“Are you going to admit it?” Silence.

“That's what I thought.” I go back to my phone for a while, then come back and sit right there on the bed. With my left hand, I spread my palm across her belly. I thumb her belly button, tracing the slow dip of her belly to the curve of her pajama bottoms, then back up again.

“Are you going to tell me now?”

Nothing.

“I told you I would reward you if you're a good girl. Aren't you curious what a reward would be?”

“No,” she says stoutly.

“Little liar.”

She swallows hard. “I'm hungry. Are you going to starve me too, just like they did?” She's trying to guilt-trip me. It's not going to work.

“Of course not. I need you to be strong for what we have left to do. But I'll have to feed you myself if you're not going to cooperate.”

She stares at me. “Feed me?”

I nod. “Yes. If you're a very good girl, I might even let the rope go.”

She sighs, looks out the window, and blinks.

“No.”

Alright, then. I bend and lift her top, revealing two small, perfectly rounded breasts.

“Look at you. Christ. I want to taste you.”

Her pupils dilate. She swallows hard.

I bend, stifling a groan as my lips close around one of her nipples. I work the pad of my tongue across it in one slow drag, and her hips arch straight off the bed.

Aye, that's what I thought.

I suckle again before moving to her other nipple. I knead and lick and suckle until she’s whimpering.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” I say against her skin. She moans.

I slide my fingers to the very top of her pajama bottoms. She freezes. I put the tip of my finger just under the elastic.

“Are you?”

I lick her nipple and her breath catches. I lick again, this time dragging my middle finger straight between her thighs to find her wet heat.

Fucking soaked. My dick throbs.

I lick her nipple and finger her pussy until she's panting and arching off the bed—then I freeze, my finger pressed at her pulsing clit.