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It’s been so long. Too fucking long. I can feel myself falling and fast.
And then I fall forward from the edge. I break. He breaks me. The impact of my own orgasm has me crying out, pushing and jerking against him like I’m his personal captive and I hope he never fucking lets me go. It all feels dark and destructive in the best possible way.
My jagged breaths kiss along the stubble of his jaw. He releases my hands ever so slowly, his palm gliding down my shoulder and breast. The lightest kiss brushes along my throat, and a stinging pain burns across my flesh while shivers race through my body from that gentle touch.
He’s distracted with me. His fingers keep trailing over every inch of my skin as if he’s convincing himself I’m real. Even the way he looks at me is different. There’s no aggression in his gaze. No dark shadows behind the pretty blue of his eyes.
He’s entirely in the palm of my hand right now.
And then I reach up high above my head and bring the handcuff down hard around his wrist. I shove out from beneath him and scurry into the center of the room just out of his reach. He looks at the metal that’s locking him firmly to my bed frame. Confusion pinches his brow before the evident anger twists his features.
My stalker just fell right into my plan.
And he didn’t even know it.
Fourteen
Rowan
What. The.Fuck.
My jaw ticks hard, and I’m furious at her, but I’m even more furious at myself for falling into this fucked-up situation. But beneath all that rage, there’s the smallest hint of pride as well. At her. For bestingme.
“Atlas. I need you to release me before something bad happens.” I say it as slowly and as kindly as I possibly can, but inside, my heart beats against my chest like an angry beast. My brow prickles with sweat, and darkness threatens to flash behind my eyelids. I keep it at bay, remain as calm as I possibly can, but all that anxiety fades away when I look up at her and find the most taunting, sexy smile on her full lips.
I want tofuckthat mouth. Punish her and watch her choke on my cum.
I table that fantasy for later, though, and let my anger show on my face.
“Like what? You make me cum all over your hand again? Yeah,that’llshow me.”
With my free hand, I push my palm down my face and try to keep my shit together while she shows me what a complete fucking brat she can be. I don’t let her see how my fingers are anxious to crack, how badly I want to move my neck side to side. I force myself not to reach for the lace in my pocket to calm me. I keep my impulses tightly contained away.
“I want to know why you’ve been following me.” She speaks more clearly and confidently right now than I’ve ever seen her. Her arms fold across her chest, and I can’t believe ten seconds ago I was so absorbed in the sounds of her orgasm that I didn’t even see any of this shit coming.
She used me. She used my own weakness and wants for her against me. To fucking trap me like a goddamn dog leashed to a fence. My heart pounds with new fury and humiliation.
She didn’t want me at all. She wanted answers.
No.
That’s not true. It fucking can’t be.
The way she looked at me, gasping so beautifully for me. She can’t fake that. I know her. She can fake a lot of things for a lot of people, but she can’t fake the way her eyes shined like she was seeing God when I had her in my arms.
I look at her more closely now. Under that confidence is where I find a hint of something else. Vulnerability. Shyness. Fear. It all coalesces into a power that she wields like a fucking weapon. She’s just like me. And it’s only that knowledge that prompts me to tell the truth.
“I’ve been following you to protect you,” I say honestly, my wrist turning slowly but carefully in the handcuffs I fucking bought for her.
How the fuck did I let this happen? I’ve killed hitmen and mobsters in my lifetime, but somehow this five-foot-nothing goddess has me handcuffed to her little twin bed like I’m a goddamn plaything for her.
I don’t think I’m bothered by the thought of being her toy. She should just ask to use me as her fuck toy first. Like a fucking lady.
“Why do you think I need protecting?” She asks it carefully, and even though Ed doesn’t own my loyalty, I can’t tell her all the details.
She’ll never trust me if I tell her everything. Not yet anyway.
When I don’t respond, the rage seems to tear out of her. Her delicate patience snaps into sharp anger. She’s an avenging goddess as she steps forward, though not close enough for me to reach for her. She is a storm as she screams. As she breaks apart in front of me.
