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“Sore,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to give away how much he’s affecting me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, because that’s the last thing I want. If I died right now with his fingers inside me and his thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure that stars dance in my vision, I’d die the happiest woman on earth.
The corners of his lips tip up with a satisfied smirk, but he turns his attention back to slowly fucking me with his fingers.
God, if this is what it’s like with just his fingers, I can’t imagine what his mouth and cock could do.
The telltale sign of an orgasm rushes toward me, and I can barely breathe through the pleasure beating down on me.
I finally lock eyes with Doc, allowing myself to stare into the darkness as I reach the peak, only for him to remove his fingers in a quick motion that leaves me reeling.
The shadow of my orgasm washes over me, my pussy clenching around nothing as my body goes through the motions,but I enjoy none of the usual pleasure of a release. If anything, I’m more frustrated.
What the fuck?
I stare at him, my already muddled brain unable to reconcile what the fuck is happening as my orgasm recedes just as quickly as it rushed toward me.
“You broke the rules tonight, Isla. You put yourself in danger and you didn’t even leave a fucking note. Until you can learn how to behave, you won’t be allowed to come.” His voice is even, but it’s clear he’s barely holding on to his own composure.
“That’s not fair,” I snap, and I don’t miss how much I sound like an insolent child.
“Neither was being worried sick about my wife when she wasn’t home when I got home,” he retorts, standing from where he was kneeling beside the bath. He reaches for a towel and turns back to me. “Stand.”
I stare at him for a few more seconds, trying to gauge if he’s serious, but it’s becoming abundantly clear that he is, and when it comes to Doc, I have to pick my battles.
Carefully, I push myself up until I’m standing naked in front of the most infuriating man I’ve ever met in my life.
His eyes darken as he takes me in, and it takes all of my strength not to cover myself. He deserves to suffer the same way I am, and if the barely audible grunt and huge bulge at the front of his jeans are anything to go by, all he’s managed to do is frustrate us both.
I take his hand when he offers it and step out of the tub, the cold air rushing over my damp skin and causing my nipples to harden.
Doc makes no secret of staring before finally wrapping me up in the towel he was holding. Despite the frustration and ache between my thighs, I’m exhausted, and my head is pounding.
I move to step around him, but Doc lifts me into his arms without a word.
There’s a part of me that has always felt adrift, like I didn’t belong anywhere. But every time Doc wraps his arms around me, I feel like I’m home. And that terrifies me. Because what happens when this is over? What happens when Spade is no longer a threat and I’m safe to go back to my life?
He sets me on the basin for long enough to dry my hair for me, taking his time to brush out the knots, before carrying me into the bedroom, not stopping until he reaches the side of the bed he’s put me in every night for the last week. With me balanced in one arm, he uses the other to untuck the sheets before placing me between them.
“I need something to sleep in,” I say quietly.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. You’ll be sleeping naked from now on.”
I open my mouth to respond, but what the hell am I supposed to say? For the last week he’s ignored my existence except for when I’m asleep, and now suddenly he’s dictating what I can and cannot wear?
“Arguing with me about this is pointless.”
“Arguing with you about most things is,” I correct him.
“And yet you do it anyway.”
I press my eyes closed, warning off the tears that gather in the corners. Does he realize how unreasonable he’s being? “I’m sorry I went out when I wasn’t supposed to,” I whisper. “I was lonely. I’ve been locked in this apartment all week. You’re out until I go to sleep and gone before I wake up, and you haven’t said a word to me. I just wanted a night where my life didn’t feel like it was no longer my own.”
