He loves me. He said he was mine—and the truth of it flooded through me, overwhelming, intoxicating, like I could lose myself in him completely, like there was no line between where I ended and he began, only that deep, consuming bliss pulling me under.
—Maksym—
Ieased out of her slowly, careful not to hurt her, though my cock twitched at the reluctant drag. My breath was still uneven, and my wrists were sore. I stood, still handcuffed, and made my way to the bedroom. My shoulders rolled as I opened the drawer and retrieved the small key, then twisted awkwardly until I heard the soft click of release.
The cuffs fell away. I looked down at my hands.
Fuck.
They were raw—skin scraped, wrists bruised, faint streaks of blood where the metal had torn into me while I’d been holding her, fucking her, losing every ounce of control. I half-laughed under my breath. It wasn’t funny, not really. But the sound came anyway. Like disbelief.
Jesus Christ.
She was still coming down from whatever the hell she’d taken last night, still half hungover, and I fucked her brains out like I didn’t give a shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I left the cuffs on the nightstand and went to the bathroom. Turned the bathtub faucet to hot and let the water thunder into the tub.
When I stepped back out, she was still lying there.
Naked. Dazed. Glowing.
I went to the kitchen, poured her a glass of water, and returned. She didn’t move until I knelt beside her carefully and brushed my knuckles over her shoulder.
“Hey,” I murmured. “Easy. Sit up for me, yeah?”
She blinked at me slowly, then let me help her. I pressed the glass into her hand.
“Drink.”
She drank half, and I nodded. “Finish it.”
She did, eyes still on mine the entire time.
I set the glass on the coffee table and slid an arm under her knees, the other behind her back, lifting her easily. She was boneless in my arms, head falling gently to my shoulder.
I carried her to the bathroom and into the bath, easing her into the hot water.
Steam curled around us as she settled into the tub with a soft, broken sigh.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, voice low.
She looked at me and gave the faintest nod.
I stepped in behind her and sank into the water. She rested against my chest, our skin sticking wetly, her hair damp and curling against my jaw.
For a long moment, we said nothing.
Then I asked, “How do you feel?”
She let out a rasp of a laugh. “Like I got hit by a train. With a cock.”
I barked a short, helpless laugh, tightening my arms around her. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. But in my defense…” I nuzzled her hair. “Watching you touch yourself almost killed me.”
She hummed.
Then: “Did you forgive me?”
