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The shower turned off, and I stuffed the panties back into the drawer, quietly shutting it while telling my cock to calm the fuck down. I didn’t want to upset Jasper by prying, especially after our peaceful escape together.
Time would bring us closer, allow him to open up to me in ways it appeared he hid from me. But I was certainly curious how far his desire for pretty things went.
Did it bother him that I called him that word? Pretty rather than handsome? Since he was a smaller, gentle man, I expected I wasn’t the first—I definitely wouldn’t be the last.
I crawled between the fresh sheets we’d put on his bed prior to climbing into the shower, and closed my eyes, willing away the image of Jasper in pink lace panties from my mind.
“Someone is sleepy,” he murmured a few moments later while snuggling up against my backside.
“You wore my ass out.”
“Mmm,” his rumbled noise of approval made me smile, but his stroke over my backside, his fingers sliding through my crack encouraged a moan to rise from my chest. “Love your ass.” Jasper nipped my shoulder, and I pressed back into him.
Love everything about you, I wanted to whisper but didn’t.
“Get some rest, baby,” he murmured and kissed me again. “Your delicious hole needs a break. I’ll stretch you out in the morning. Hell, maybe I’ll wake you up by sinking deep into your ass.”
“Jasper,” I groaned.
He chuckled. “Sleep.”
Eyes closed, I relaxed in his protective arms, hoping he would keep my mind from rousing memories.
I knew I dreamed by the hazy way my eyes perceived what went on around me—where I lay. Spread-eagle on a mattress, ankles and wrists bound to bedposts, I shivered with bone-clattering tremors. I had agreed to be tied for his pleasure.
Satisfy the customer.
The red flags hadn’t mattered. The sixth sense, my need for self-preservation had been shoved aside in my loyalty to Micah and Elite.
Joseph sat on my aching groin, but he looked more like a demon than angel, his red eyes burning into me from my periphery with searing fire. I couldn’t keep my focus on him, but he held me captive while taking what I didn’t wish to give.
He owned my body, controlled my fear. Manipulated me with lies, making me question my desires, even the denials pouring from my lips.
“N-No,” I whispered, trying to sink into the mattress, away from the gleaming blade dripping molten metal onto my chest.
My skin sizzled—burned with agony that caused me cry out.
“P-Please don’t,” I pleaded as he leaned over me, wetness smearing between our bodies.
You’re mine. Always and forever.
I shook my head, desperate to escape his evil, hissing voice, his agonizing touch that sliced through my skin as he marked me.
This cock. This body. This mind.He spoke over my mouth, the scent of burning flesh and brimstone flooding my lungs, stealing my breath.Every inch of you belongs to me.
“Help me!” I cried out, twisting and thrashing to escape him, but his weight atop me, the bindings around me, held tight.
Freedom was nothing but a dream, Joseph’s ownership of my entire being reality.
“Mason.”
“No!” I hollered, tears heating my face as I clenched my eyes shut against the vision of him writhing atop me.
A tender caress on my cheek—
Couldn’t trust it.
I jerked my head away, desperate for space to breathe. To exist asme, not a prisoner of another’s evil desires.
