Page 18 of No One Has To Know

You.

Only… that’s not true. I should be afraid of Burns. He’s hot and cold. He goes from gentle to commanding in the blink of an eye. He’ll take a kiss as his due, then try to cajole me into letting him into my pants. As if I could stop him if he really wanted to. He’s got a head of height on me, a good fifty pounds, and obviously no morals.

He wants me. He took me. Why is this any different?

But it is. And I know, in this moment, that whatever happens next is going to set the stage for every other interaction we have while I’m his prisoner.

I’m right. I don’t realize that until later, but I’m right.

And Burns proves that he knows me even better than he boasted last night because he offers me the one thing I can’t refuse…

“Think of it as a trade.”

“Trade?”

“Let me touch you and you can see how… accommodating I can be.”

Accommodating?

Before I can ask what that means, he dips his fingers into his pocket. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to show me the ring box again. He doesn’t. He pulls out a tiny key instead. Then, fitting it into the minuscule hole on the cuffs, he pops the one on my right hand free.

Oh. I understand. I let him touch me, and he’ll remove the cuff.

Only one, though, I discover as he leans back, murmuring in my ear, “Your hand for my fingers. What do you think, angel?”

I have to make sure. “Just your fingers?”

“For tonight, yes.”

“Can I freshen up first?”

He chuckles. It’s a low, husky laugh that bathes the back of my neck with his warm breath. “No need for that.”

I disagree. “Burns, I—”

“Yes or no? Do I put the cuff back on, or will you let me play?”

When he puts it like that… “I guess yes, but—”

I don’t even get to finish my sentence. The second I said ‘yes’, he already has his hand reaching past my jeans, past the band on my panties, burying his fingers in the curls covering my pussy. I jump, but Burns’s hand on my shoulder holds me down. As he starts to explore, fingers brushing past my clit, searching for my entrance, sliding through my slick pussy folds, he keeps me right where he wants me.

“Oh, angel. I don’t know why you tried to deny the both of us. I thought I would have to work to get you wet but…fuck me… you’resoaked.”

I am. I refuse to think about why, but considering I can hear his fingers moving, I can’t deny it.

“You won’t last long like this,” he announces to my sudden shame. He should have to work for it, but I’m already starting to pant a little as he slips one of his big fingers about an inch inside of me. “My good girl… you’re so fucking tight. You haven’t let another man touch you like this in a while, huh? It’s like you knew you needed me.”

I want to splash a cold dose of reality on Burns. It might not put out the fire completely, but maybe it’ll help. “I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“What the fuck would I want with a virgin?” he retorts, shocking me. “Sex for the first time is awkward. It’s not fun. We both got that shit out of the way. All I care about is that there’s no one else for either of us now. So what if I wasn’t the first? Being the last is all I give a shit about. And that starts tonight.”

The whole time he was talking, he was working his finger inside of me as far as he can go with this angle. Considering how stretched I feel now, it’s not just one. Two, at least, and as though he’s mimicking fucking me with his dick, he’s stroking in and out.

Just like that, Burns has claimed me with his fingers—and I was too distracted by his husky voice to notice.

Not anymore.

“Oh.” It’s a soft whimper, more for the feeling of his fingers than how determined he sounded when he told me there wouldn’t be anyone else for me after him.

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