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“Alright.”
I wanted to lean down and kiss her goodbye, but that felt too domesticated. I usually kissed her when I left, but now that I’d seen her in my shirt, everything felt different. It seemed like this was more complicated than just a master and a prisoner.
She stared at me, like she was thinking the same thing.
I finally had the strength to turn away and walk to the door.
“Bones.”
I stood at the doorway, still gripping the strap of my bag. I didn’t want to turn around, I didn’t want to look at her. I just wanted to walk off like she meant nothing to me. But I turned around anyway.
She moved to her knees then pulled the purple nightdress over her head, revealing her gorgeous tits, sexy curves, and beautiful skin. Her dark skin looked good under any light, but right now, it looked especially stunning.
Fucking kissable.
“You’re just going to leave without saying goodbye to your baby?”
I never got so hard so fast in my life. My bag dropped to the floor with a thud, and I pulled my shirt over my head. This woman wanted me and was pretty much begging me. My assignment didn’t seem important anymore, not when her tits looked that gorgeous and her nipples were so hard. Her little belly was calling to me, asking for my kisses.
I kicked off my shoes then dropped my pants. Bits of clothing dropped on the floor until I reached the bed buck naked.
Vanessa grabbed me by the arm and pulled me on top of her, her legs immediately circling my waist and her fingers running through my hair. Her mouth was on mine, and she kissed me like a woman who didn’t want her man to leave.
My cock found her pussy like a magnet, and I slid inside her, greeted by her arousal.
“Apologize to me.”
I was so hard inside her, oozing from my crown because I was so turned on. I loved being the master, keeping my prisoner in line. But when she became sassy, needy, it hit the right spot. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t ever leave like that again.”
“I won’t.”
She kissed me hard, her hips rocking with mine so she could take my cock hard and fast. “Promise me.”
I was sick of making promises. I was tired of making exceptions for her. I was pissed at myself for bending all the rules for her. She was still alive because I allowed it, and I was buried between her legs right this very moment because she made me weak. Our relationship had turned into this combustive explosion of intense chemistry that made both of us stupid and irrational…and made us despise each other more at the same time. I hated her because of what she did to me. And she hated me for making her feel so much shame, for enjoying the feeling of her enemy’s cock deep inside her. But I made another promise to her, a promise I would keep because I was a man of my word. “I promise.”
12
Vanessa
When I woke up the next morning, the shame hit me.
Hard.
What the fuck was I doing?
I’d always been attracted to Bones, but now I was starting to need him. I wanted all of him all the time. Once I got some of that intensity between us, I didn’t want to let go. A man had never made me feel the way he did. I felt so sexy and beautiful, whether I was dressed in lingerie with makeup or lying around in a baggy shirt with a clean face. No man had ever made me feel this kind of addiction, of wanting more and more.
I wasn’t sure if I could quit.
Now I had to wonder if I was doing this because I had to…or because I wanted to.
That’s when I started to cry.
I wasn’t the kind of person who cried. Crying was weak and annoying. My mother never did it, and I wasn’t going to start now. But I felt so trapped. I had no one to turn to for help, no one to talk to. I was stuck in this open prison, feeling things for the man who made me his captive.
I liked kissing him.
Touching him.
Fucking him.
And I knew he felt the same way. Bones felt the same disgusting need I did. He wanted to be between my legs every night and not with other women. He hated me for what I’d done to his family, but he didn’t kill me because he’d become too attached.
I’d become too attached too.
What would happen if I didn’t stop this?
Would I ever be free?
Or would I be the one who wound up dead? I couldn’t be the weak one. One of us had to kill the other.
And I wasn’t going to let him be the one to pull the trigger.
Only one of us could get out of this alive.
