“Bad boys get punished.”
I wanted her to punish me. Only her. It didn’t mean I didn’t want to punish her back. I so fucking wanted to hear her scream. “I can see that, but so are bad girls.”
She parted her legs, holding the toy in one hand, the other pushing her underwear aside. “I thought you said I was a good girl.”
I sucked in a hiss, my eyes zeroed in on her pussy. “I was wrong. You’re a very bad girl…but when I’m outta here, I know how to make you my good girl.”
She gave a mocking moan. Then she rubbed the tip of the dildo teasingly against her pussy. My tongue swiped across my rough lips, and I hissed again, imagining it was my cock teasing her instead.
Her lips parted with a little gasp as she let the toy slide inside her. Involuntarily, I tugged at the chains. The cold that reached my bones now shifted into heat washing over my body in waves.
Her gaze smoldered as she played with herself, pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy without turning it on yet. Her gasps quietly but rapidly turning into moans—genuine, horny moans. I rattled my chains harder, wishing I was the one inside her.
Sweat formed on my forehead, and she took me in. Her gaze raked my body from head to toe, taking its time for Cammie’s pleasure. The feeling was odd but so arousing. Being the object of a woman’s pleasure with zero control on my side. A woman who was my enemy. She, literally, could do anything to me, and I couldn’t stop her. It was dangerous, humiliating and sickly twisted but so fucking hot.
I had no explanation why it was turning me on. I should want nothing, think about nothing, but how to get out of here and ruin this bitch’s life with the worst kinds of revenge and then kill the fuck out of her for what she’d done to me. But here I was, a marked toy for her pleasure, a sucker for her punishment, thirsty for more.
Her eyes grew even wider, glazed with hot arousal. She wasn’t just putting an act to get me to answer her question. She fucking enjoyed it. “You like that, don’t you?” I groaned.
“What?” Her rasp was heavy when she was in heat. It went straight to my swelling balls.
“Standing helplessly for your sick pleasure. A piece of fucking meat to eye fuck.”
“If the roles were reversed, wouldn’t you enjoy it?”
I rocked my hips, lulling my head for a second, and then whipping it back to her, my whole body simmering. “If the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t just eye fuck you, baby.”
“You tied women before for your pleasure, Dusty?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“You liked it?”
I nodded, taken by the glistening around the dildo. She was so fucking wet.
“Is that what you did to Annie?”
Jesus Christ. “What the fuck? No,” I snapped.
“You never had a girl against her will?”
“Never,” I answered firmly. I didn’t know why I cared, but I wanted to make sure she believed me, at least, in that matter.
“Not so very Night Skull of you.”
“Fuck! I told you I left. I was never—”
“You were never like your father or your brothers?”
“Yes. For fuck’s sake, yes!”
“Where are they keeping my sister, Dusty?”
My eyes squeezed shut as I blew out a long breath. What the fuck was I supposed to tell her? That Roar had her sister as a gift for me and when I left he tossed her around? Or worse?
If Annie wasn’t working the bars or the strip clubs like Cameron said, she would have met two destinies worse than each other. Annie would have been sold by now or fucking dead.
“Where is Annie? We had a deal,” she said.
