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"I don't have anything to say," I murmured, turning my head so the side of my face rested on his chest.
"Honey, you were just conned, kidnapped, held hostage, threatened, and rescued and you don't have shit to say?"
"Not really," I said, smiling a little when he snorted.
"How did your wrists end up like this?" he asked, his finger moving across one of the wrists in question, making my gaze follow.
As I suspected, they looked a lot worse than they had the last time I looked at them. They each had a deep purple and blue band around, unmistakable for what it was.
"Albert was in the back with me and I, um, was trying to get away and he held me down."
"You got him pretty good. Those scratches were brutal-looking."
"I bit him too," I added, smiling a little.
"Good girl," he said, his hand starting to move up and down my thigh in a delicious pace and I knew was absolutely meant to be teasing. "You want to ask me anything?" he asked as his finger traced the spot where my thigh met my hip.
Aside from when his finger was going to move inward and end the torment? "Not that I can think of," I murmured, letting my legs fall open slightly, inviting him in.
"Well then, if all the talking is over..." He trailed off as his finger finally moved inward, stroking up my slit and rubbing over my clit with lazy exploration.
"Ryan..." I whimpered, fingernails digging into his thighs as he kept the impossibly slow pace, driving me upward infuriatingly slowly.
"Not yet," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Please," I begged, my hips moving up to meet his hand, trying to get closer.
"Nuh-uh. We've done the hard and fast thing. Wanna try the slow and sweet thing."
As nice as slow and sweet sounded, my body didn't want to hear about it; it just wanted fulfillment.
With only that thought in mind, I used his knees to push myself up, turning to face him as I stepped out of the tub and reached for the towel, wrapping it around myself.
"Well," I said, forcing the words out and trying really hard to not blush, "you can stay in there and do the slow and sweet thing, romance yourself a little..."
"Or?" he prompted, smiling wickedly and, at that angle, looking down at him, I could see how hard he was already.
"Or you could meet me in the bed and do the fast and hard thing," I suggested, making sure my feet were dry so I didn't ruin my saucy exit by falling on my ass, and moved out of the room.
I heard the cascade of water as he stood and forced myself to not look back as I made my way into the bedroom where I hastily dried as fast as I could and discarded the towel.
"Nope," Ryan's voice called as I moved to go up on the bed.
"Nope?" I asked, turning back to find him walking out, similarly half-dry and completely naked.
"Bed is for slow and sweet. You want fast and rough," he informed me, walking right past me and into the main area of the house.
Acutely aware that there were no real curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the main area of the house, I grabbed one of Ryan's white undershirts and threw it on before following him out. Only to find him standing right in front of said curtain-less windows, showing absolutely no signs of self-consciousness.
"Um..." I started, taking a step back toward the bedroom.
"Come over here," he said, voice rough with desire.
"Maybe slow and sweet will work," I said, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to run back to the bed and hide under the covers.
"Nuh-uh, you made your choice," he said, turning to face me, wicked smile on his lips, eyes heated, cock hard. I felt a unmistakable tightening of my sex in response as he held out a hand toward me. "Honey," he added when I didn't move directly toward him, going instead toward the living space.
"Just grabbing something," I said, reaching for the massive box Fee had left and grabbing a condom that was wrapped in an obnoxious bright yellow foil.
"This shirt thing," he said when I stepped in front of him. "This something that's a make or break?"
When I hesitated in giving an answer, I found my wrists snagged and slammed up on the window behind me. Before I could even freak about if the window was strong enough to hold me or not, his hands grabbed the material at the hem and yanked it upward. But when he got it over my head, he didn't pull my arms free. He pulled it roughly down and trapped my arms down by my sides with it.
Before I could even register the intent, he was on his knees before me, slamming me back against the window, yanking up my thigh, and pinning it against it. As the dread filled my belly at possibly plummeting to my death, his head ducked and his mouth sucked my clit into it and all other thoughts flew out of my head.
