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Maybe I’ll be so exhausted tonight that my body might finally grant me a few uninterrupted hours of sleep.
I wave him away. “Just bury me here.” My lungs burn, and my muscles are jelly. This gym mat surrounded by weight machines and workout benches seems like as good a place as any to hoist my white flag from.
A water bottle enters my field of vision as his golden Nordic glow looms before me.
“You’re tougher than that.” He shakes the bottle in my direction.
“Not in the face of being drugged or grabbed in the dark.” The bitterness in my tone really shines through as I glare up at his stupidly gorgeous face.
Easing myself up to a seated position with a stifled groan, I tip the water down my throat and spill half of it over my chin. I really am doing my best to round out my efforts to look like a hot mess.
Ky shifts his weight forward to rest on both knuckles, bracing his arms on either side of my hips in a movement that brings us so close together I can feel the heat shimmering between our bodies. There’s no stopping my pussy from clenching and throbbing at the sexual way we’re positioned down here on the floor.
Oh, god. I’m more fucked up than I thought because all I can think about is him touching me and relieving the ache between my thighs that refuses to go away the longer I spend wrapped in his scent of cedar and the ocean.
“We don’t have the luxury of playing nicely in our world.” His voice has dropped low as he looms over me like a god. “But you already know that.”
I do. I do already know that, and can’t hide from my past or my future.
“You’re not scared of us.” He states it. Factually.
“Should I be?”
“Yes. You absolutely should.” His masculine scent winds around me. “You should be running scared from all the awful, dangerous, terrible things men like us are capable of.”
“Oh, yeah?” God. This man. Ky has this unsettling presence about him, one that makes me want things that I never thought of before. He’s unraveling me in a way that comes with the force of a sledgehammer rather than a scalpel.
“Here’s what I think…” Those green eyes of his are dappled with flecks of amber close to his pupils. “I think you’re just as fucked up as we are underneath it all. A horny little bitch, who wants to be someone’s plaything.”
My mouth has gone bone dry. “Fuck you. Get off me.” Heat flushes straight up my chest and neck.
Letting out a dangerous chuckle, Ky shifts forward, bringing us even closer together. Taunting me with that calculated movement, he forces me to drop back onto my elbows in an effort to keep a safe distance between me and those full lips. His wicked mouth twists into a smirk—a mouth that felt so alluring the day he kissed my hand.
I want those soft lips and the scratch of his beard on me, even though I shouldn’t.
“Maybe I’ll make you my little plaything, baby girl. Slip into your room at night while you’re sleeping and see how wet your cunt is thinking about us. I’ll bet you love waking up desperate and soaked, knowing I’ve had three fingers deep inside you. Wouldn’t take long before you’re whining and begging for my cock in all your dreams.”
Beneath the sports crop I’m wearing, my nipples are hard, and the tight buds drag against the stretchy material. I can only hope to all that is holy in this world there’s enough padding so he can’t see exactly how my body responds to him. Or maybe I do want him to know. Fuck. My brain is a scramble of emotions and horniness and exasperation. A potent cocktail running in my veins that feels like gasoline.
I make an indignant noise somewhere in the back of my throat.
With a knowing wink, Ky gets to his feet and swaggers out of the gym with all the self-assurance of a man who absolutely intends to make good on his threat. My mouth hangs open as he leaves me swimming in a sea of filthy images he’s conjured.
I can’t stand how much he turns me on.
So much so, that I’m racing back to my wing to lock myself in the bathroom, ripping off the sweaty leggings and crop before I stand under the high-pressure waterfall head. My teeth catch my bottom lip in a brutal hold, and I slump back against the tiled wall of the open shower. Squeezing my eyes shut, I allow my hands to roam down over my aching pussy, gliding a finger inside, silently berating myself when I confirm how wet I am.
It’s his fingers I imagine thrusting into me while I’m asleep. The picture is so clear in my mind of his big body leaning over mine in the shadows as he torments me.
Clearly, he’s tapped into a dormant fantasy of mine because my pussy is slick and swollen, and I run my fingers up over my clit, spreading the wetness around. All it takes is a few firm circles around the aching bud, and my core is wound tight, ready for release.
In my vivid dreamscape, there are two other shadowy outlines now that appear. Both of them join Ky in my haze of lustful imaginings.
Each figure might only be a faceless mirage, but I know exactly who they are. Or at least, who they represent. They’re positioned on either side of me, and all three of these dark figures play with my body while I’m sleeping. Touching, stroking, teasing me expertly, causing my body to be swept over the edge into such an intense orgasm I double over under the water.
Something hot and shameful sweeps up from my toes. How fucking dare they threaten me and claim that I’m nothing more than their possession to use as they see fit.
Even worse is the fact that Ky was right. A part of me does want to be used by them.
