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To feel something.
But I know, even as it’s happening, that it’s a lie.
With my one free hand, I try to untie the bathing suit top from around my back, but I can’t reach. I pull up the top instead, freeing my breasts.
I’ve touched myself before but have never found it to be all that satisfying. Most of the time I can’t bring myself to climax. But I needed to calm the storm in both my mind and body. Being tied to the bed limited my options.
I push off my bikini bottoms.
I close my eyes and rest my head against the pillow. My feet are flat on the mattress. Knees up. I squeeze my nipple, then run my flat palm lightly over the pebbled peak. A shot of desire pools in my lower stomach.
I bite my lower lip and move my hand to the other nipple. It feels better than I remember, although it’s been a while. I pinch it lightly and my mouth drops open in a silent gasp.
I might even be able to come just from this. I’m wet, my thighs slippery. I move my hand down my body. I imagine that it’s someone else’s hand touching me.
Wantingme.
The first face that pops into my mind is Smoke’s hoovering above me. I shake my head and decide on Duke instead. I remember his kisses. His good looks. It’s working until my fingertips reach my clit, then the image switches from blonde curls and goofy grins to dark eyes and rough hands. Tattoos and frown lines. Handcuffs and scars. Lips that were made for sin. A perfect body with a corrupt mind.
I remember the way it felt to be on his lap. The way he used my hips to rub me against his hard shaft through his jeans. I circle my clit with my fingers, using my own wetness to glide over and over it again and again. I lift my hips off the bed and imagine that it went further. That the phone or Zelda hadn’t stopped us. I imagine the sound his jeans make hitting the floor. That he flipped me over with my back against the couch and sucked on my nipples while his fingers found my wet, aching folds.
I come before my imagination has a chance to get any further. It’s hard. So hard. Shattering me and putting me back together with pleasure and pain and frustration. It’s so wrong, but I don’t care. I just care about this feeling running through me like a wild rapid-filled river. I’m screaming out into the otherwise quiet house. It’s a wild cry, desperate, loud and unforgiving. I’ve never experienced an orgasm this strong before. This unpredictable.
My hand is still between my spread legs, my finger lazily flicking over my clit as I ride out the waves of pleasure. I shiver from the sensation of my hard nipples against the breeze coming through the window.
I’m coming down, my mouth still open in ecstasy, my fingers dipping inside me briefly to again trace lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own juices.
Smoke’s name is still echoing through the house and through my ears. I roll my head to the side and open my eyes.
I freeze. My movements. My breathing. My thoughts.
Because, there, standing in the doorway, is Smoke.
Chapter Thirty-Six
I’d takenoff after seeing Nine put his mouth on Frankie. I was pissed. She was mine. Not his. My job. My problem. My everything. I was pissed at myself for being so fucking pissed. It’s a good thing Nine had parked in the other direction because I wanted to tear his arms off with my bare hands and beat him to death with his own useless limbs, and if he would have come close enough I probably would’ve.
I growl. I know I would’ve.
I’m on my bike not two miles down the road when I slam on the brakes and set my foot to the pavement, making a sharp U-turn. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I holding back? Frankie is mine to do with what I please.
An instrument of revenge.
Nothing more.
I shouldn’t be running from her; she should be running from me.
I speed back to the cottage. I barely had the kickstand down, before hopping off my bike and hurrying into the house with long determined strides.
Frankie doesn’t understand the extent of my anger. She asked me why when I cuffed her to the bed.
Why? I’ll show you why.
I’m about to step inside the bedroom when I stop like I’ve got a hand pressed to my chest.
This has got to be another one of her tricks.
My breath hitches at the sight before me. My cock hardens.
But what a fucking trick it is.
Frankie. Cuffed to the bed. That much I expected to find. It’s what I didn’t expect that has my throat dry and my fingers twitching by my side.
She’s naked.
She’s naked, and she’s touching herself.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s both pleasure and pain. Heaven and Hell. Disturbing and delightful and fucking luring me in like a siren from the deep.
Which sums up everything when it comes to how I feel about Frankie Helburn.
I can’t look away. I can’t fucking swallow.
Not now. Not fucking ever.
She screams my name as she comes.
MY. NAME.
I can’t hold back.
Her eyes lock on mine.
Not anymore.
“You’re back,” she whispers, her cheeks are pink. Her eyes look like she’s just shot up heroin. She’s unfocused. High on lust. My cock throbs painfully behind my jeans, and I can’t take it any longer.
“I’m back,” I say. It sounds like a warning, and I meant it to. I shrug off my cut and reach behind to pull my shirt up over my head, setting both my shirt and cut on the dresser.
I stalk over to the bed and place a hand on her knee. Her skin is soft and warm. I roughly push it down until it meets mattress, spreading her legs wide. She’s glistening and dripping and perfect and pink.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan. Her thighs are slick. “You were thinking about me,” I say, on a rasp, hearing the hunger in my own voice. I don’t attempt to hide it. I’m past that now. So fucking far past it.
Frankie nods, her fingers trailing from her lips to her breasts where she lazily pinches her nipple, never taking her eyes from mine as her back arches slightly off the bed.
“Fuck, Frankie.” I take off my boots, kicking them to the floor. “I can’t stop this anymore,” I say. I mean it. I’m powerless against this slight little thing. “No more fucking games. Just fucking. Just me and you.”
She lifts her hips off the bed, silently begging. She whimpers, and the sound is like a stroke to my cock. My balls tighten.
