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My fingers are still locked around the door handle, and I continue to pull, but he won’t let up. I shake my head when he places his hand over mine, breaking my grasp with the handle before spinning me around and pinning my arm above my head. When I go to slap him, he grabs my other hand.
“I fucking hate you! You lied to me. You got what you wanted and left! Then came back as someone else!” I spit out, the anger pouring from my words.
Tears and rage blur my vision. I try to shake from his firm grip, but it’s no use. He’s too fucking strong, and I’m too angry to even think properly.
“You can hate me, Fine! But don’t you dare say I fucking used you! Everything we did, we both fucking wanted, whether it was me or him!”
Bhodi snaps back, before letting out a heavy sigh.
“I had no fucking clue when I walked into that crime scene what I was dealing with, I barely knew anything about you…But fuck, when I saw your photo, I knew I had to see you, even just a glimpse. I had no idea how this would all turn out.”
My teeth gently gnaw on my lower lip. His statement rings true. I used him like he used me, whether it was for intense sex or because I wanted to feel safe.
“This is so fucked.” I mutter.
“I know. I only ever wanted to keep you safe.”
There’s no denying the warmth and sincerity in his words. Blinking away the thick tears from my eyes, I search his eyes again.
I eventually force my body to relax. When Bhodi’s grip on me loosens, he eventually takes a couple of steps back, letting me go completely. Only leaving the ghost of his touch on my skin, and as soon as I feel it disappear, I need to feel it again.
My chest heaves while we both stare at each other. My eyes penetrate his. I want more answers, but they can wait. Pushing my body from the door, I take Bhodi’s face in my hands, reaching up onto my tiptoes. For a moment, his eyes flickered with concern, but as the smirk pulls at my lips, I see his expression relax.
Closing my eyes, I lean in close, my lips almost touching his.
“Fuck me.” I whisper.
His palms skim down my back, over my ass, before gripping onto my thighs and lifting me. Wrapping my legs around him, I can feel his hard cock rubbing over my pussy. I moan, sinking my nails into the back of his neck when his lips crash to mine. I open wide, allowing his tongue to devour mine.
The kiss deepens and becomes frantic as he moves toward the bedroom. Kicking open the door, we land on the bed. Frantically scrabbling for Bhodi’s belt, I slide his jeans halfway down his thighs before forcing him onto his back. Straddling his lap, I grind down hard, seeking the friction I so desperately need.
With my fists bunching at his hoodie, my lips find his again. Glancing across to the bedside drawer, my left hand slowly slides across, as my fingers gently tug on the handle, I reach inside and gently reveal the shiny metal.
He shouldn’t have left these…
As one cuff snaps around his wrist, I feel his body tense. In an instant, I clasp the second cuff around the bedpost. As Bhodi’s eyes snap to the headboard, he tugs at his right wrist before his eyes flash to mine. As I push myself from the bed, the sound of clattering metal fills the room.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Bhodi’s eyes darken. I see the flicker of amusement creep across his face before he leans back and shrugs.
“Fine, you have the control.” The confidence glides over his face. Wetting his lips slightly, he shrugs.
“I know.” I smile sweetly before turning away.
I can feel the confusion fill the room as I exit. A thrill is pumping through me, and any exhaustion or fatigue I was feeling is long gone. Glancing at the mask lying on the coffee table, I pick it up. The light from outside the window dances across the black matte surface. Seeing it in my hands, feels strange. For weeks, I’ve seen that mask up close, felt his breath on me, and felt his body pressed into mine. Each time I closed my eyes, I wondered what was underneath it all. What his body looked like, his eyes, how he tasted.
Now I know….
Holding the mask down by my side, I head towards the kitchen. Sliding open the drawer, my gaze lands on the sharp knives in the butcher’s block. Reaching for the sharpest, I pull it from the block and hold the blade to the light. As it glistens, an idea comes to mind.
Sliding my jeans down, I kick them to one side before pulling my top over my head. Catching a glimpse of myself in my reflection as I head back towards the bedroom, my black lace thong and bra seem to match the mask in my hands well.
Reaching for the bottle of Jameson’s, I hold the three objects in my hands as I enter the room. Adding a sway to my hips, I place the knife and bottle on the side. Holding the mask towards my face, I saunter towards the edge of the bed.
“Did you enjoy watching me?” My voice is soft as I peek around the side of the mask.
“I did.” Bhodi straightens against the headboard, the handcuff laced onto his right wrist, jingling slightly.
“What did you enjoy most?” I ask, cocking my head to one side.
