“Stop!”
I take her other and fasten it to the rail running along the top of the headboard. When she’s held fast, I back away and barely avoid her foot when she kicks out at me.
“You’ve already got kidnapping, assaulting a police officer, false arrest, and now you’re just racking up more felonies.” She pulls on the cuffs. “You spent two years in prison? This time try life.”
“I’m not going back.” I stand and look at her, taking in every inch. Taking her is the best decision I’ve made in years.
Her gaze strays along my body and snags on my pants, on the hard length that is fucking throbbing for her.
I run my palm along it, and she looks away. But she licks her lips.
“I’ll give you all of it, Officer. Just tell me you want it.”
She shakes her cuffs. “Let me out of here!”
“Not going to happen.” I sit beside her, careful to avoid her legs, then reach for the tray of food Alice brought. “Now, how about I get to know you?”
“Badge number 452,” she barks like a POW.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Badge number 452.” Her gaze goes to the Brie.
“Fancy cheese? You’re in luck. Alice always has the good stuff on hand.” I take a cracker and smooth some Brie along it, then offer it to her.
She takes it in her mouth, then spits it back at me. “Badge number 452.”
I pick up the cracker and eat it.
She makes a strangled sound.
“Let’s try that again.” I take another cracker and smooth the cheese along the top. When I bring it to her mouth again, I pause. “If you spit this out again, I’m going to kiss you. Each act of defiance will get you more of me. So keep that in mind if you want to disobey. Eat and no consequences. But defy me? Do that, and I’ll take it as a request for me to do all the filthy things I want to do to your tight little body.”
She swallows hard. “B-badge number 452.”
I press the cracker into her mouth. “That’s my good girl.” I wipe the crumb from her lip as she chews and stares daggers at me.
I swipe the cheese onto another cracker. “Would you like me to add some prosciutto to this one?” I lift a thin slice and place it on top of the cheese.
“Badge number 452.”
“I like prosciutto, too.” I take a piece and drop it into my mouth. Her gaze follows my Adam’s apple as I swallow.
When I hold the cracker to her mouth, she takes it. “Good girl. How about a grape?”
I keep feeding her, giving her what she needs while I contemplate how she’ll scream my name when I finally give her exactly what she wants.
4
Lovett
I open my mouth each time he brings a bite of food to it. I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten something so decadent. Every time my tongue comes out to swipe across my bottom lip, his attention goes there, and a flare of need shows in his eyes.
He manages to control himself, though. He hasn't made another move to touch me except for when his fingers find a way to brush my face when he brings the food to my mouth.
“Please. I can’t eat anymore,” I say when he starts to spread cheese on another cracker. I can tell he doesn't want to stop feeding me, but he does.
I watch as he finishes spreading the cheese and brings the scrumptious bite to his own mouth this time. He stopped taking bites for himself when I’d given in and let him feed me. He’d become more interested in me eating than himself.
“You’ve been a good girl.” He rises from the bed, taking the tray with him. His comment has me reluctantly squeezing my thighs together.
I can’t help the humorless laugh that comes from me at his words. Even if a part of me enjoyed his praise, I know it doesn't matter. Being good never gets you anywhere in life. If anyone is starting to realize that, it’s me.
“Yeah, obviously being a good girl has gotten me real far,” I say sarcastically while pulling at the cuffs around my wrists. I turn my head to stare at the restraints that are supposed to be my own.
“You haven't been a good girl for the right person then.” He comes to stand at the end of the bed.
Another humorless laugh comes from me. “Let me guess. You want me to be your good girl?” I roll my eyes, even though the thought of doing so turns me on. “Is this because I’m a cop or something? Is that why you’re doing this?” I pull at the cuffs, but all it does is make them dig into my skin more. A reminder that I’m not going anywhere.
“Knock it off. You’re going to hurt yourself.” His expression turns to that cold, serious one that he gets when he means business. I stare back at him.
He doesn't want me to hurt myself. What am I, his favorite pet or something? It dawns on me that Bruno is alone. Without thinking, I pull on the cuffs again.
“I’m not your pet,” I say, my eyes going to the door.
“I warned you,” he says. I don’t even see him move. In the blink of an eye, he’s on top of me. How someone so big can move so fast I’ll never know.
That need I’ve been fighting bursts free as fast as he moved. A moan pours out of my mouth before I can stop it. I lift my hips, pressing my sex right into his cock that’s still hard, my body betraying me.
“You’re going to make me do something I’ll regret.” His voice sounds rough this time, as though he’s hanging on to his control by a thread. I should be scared, but I’m anything but.
“Do you regret much?” I breathe out, fighting to maintain my own control, when all I want to do is wrap my legs around him and rub against him like a cat in heat. I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. He will probably laugh at me when he realizes he’s caught himself a virgin.
“I had regretted plenty,” he grits out. This time it’s him that thrusts against me, his cock pressing down right where I need him most.
“Bruno.” I whisper his name. “Had? What’s changed?” I try to stay focused on the conversation and ignore the intense throb between my legs.
I try to remember what they said about being kidnapped. I believe it is that you need to humanize yourself. Talk to your captive so that they see you as a person and not some object.
Another wave of lust flows through me at the word captive. I pull on the cuffs again, unable to help myself. The burn of them against my skin reminds me that right now I’m his to do what he wants with.
“Those two years might be worth it to get to have you.”
I’m done. It’s all too much. My body and mind are on sensation overload. Every deep, dark fantasy I’ve ever had explodes out of me. I wrap my legs around him and take what I want. He took me, after all. It only makes sense for me to take him right back.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as I grind myself against his cock, finding my own pleasure. I can hear him say my name before his teeth sink into my neck. He presses down against me, giving me exactly what I need him to.
I don’t know if I have another orgasm or the first one keeps going at the small bite of pain he gives me before he’s sucking my skin into his mouth. His body jerks against mine as more of his weight presses down on me. He groans into my neck.