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When my gaze trails to the sweet apex between her legs, hers follows. Then her fingers. Beneath the covers, they ghost her pussy. She’s moving them around. Her brow furrows when her fingertips dab the dried stickiness on her inner thighs.
The evidence of how I made her come in her sleep.
“Oh, wow,” she huffs, quick to school the indignant expression on her beautiful face. “Consensual kidnapping? Is that a thing?”
Last night, I came on too hard too fast. I said things she wasn’t ready to hear. I’m aware.
At least a part of me is.
The other can’t stop obsessing over Milo kissing her. Shoving her face on his dick.
“You were taken, not kidnapped.” To save your goddamn life.
My hand releases Leighton’s hair, sliding lower to transform into a hand necklace around her delicate neck. The quickening of her pulse gets me hard. Feeds my possessiveness. My darkness. My need to have her for myself.
“Way I see it, it’s the same.” She curls her lip in a sneer. “You drugged me and tied me up. You. Kidnapped. Me.”
“I did not kidnap you.” I saved you.
“You’re using the wrong words.” With my voice steady and authoritative, my thumb strokes the curve of her jaw. “When you start using the right ones, it’ll all make so much more sense. Trust me.”
Despite the fire in her eyes—regardless of her accusatory tone—Leighton responds to me. She relaxes at my command. The rapid beat of her pulse ebbs. The tension in her throat muscles dissipates.
Receptive. So receptive.
“You’re hypnotizing me again,” she whispers. “You’re cheating.”
“I’m talking you through this unnecessary tantrum,” I correct her. The tone of my voice betrays nothing of the jealousy poisoning my heart. “I’m helping you accept this. Accept that I’m only doing this for you. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”
“I…” I feel her gulp beneath my palm.
One of these days, I’ll feel her swallowing my cum.
Thoughts of Milo are pushed aside for the time being. In those moments where she’s mine. Her spit is mine. Her throat is mine. Soon, I’ll fuck her mouth so that she knows it too.
As if her body has a window to my soul, her skin prickles. There’s no mistaking the goosebumps. The outline of her taut nipples under the covers.
Her body doesn’t care that I was a violent bastard. That I ripped her away from her life.
Her body wants me. Correction—her body needs me.
And that’s not the only thing her body needs. Leighton’s stomach rumbles, slicing through the heavy tension in the room.
“You’re hungry.” My palm drags the covers down her body, below her belly where I stroke her.
Her eyes drift to my erection, which I don’t bother fixing. Even the sight of me hard doesn’t have her wrenching out of my touch. All it’ll take is a little push, and…
“Am not.” Leighton presses her lips together, snapping out of the calm space I guided her to.
“I don’t plan on roofying you, if that’s what you’re worried about. No use when I can say one word and—”
“No.” She seethes, the resistance on her face remaining firm. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’ll dare whatever I fucking wish.” My eyes pinch shut as I shove down the rage. Remembering my love for her. How she deserves affection and not just the vile parts of me. “Leighton, be reasonable. It’s been over a day since you’ve eaten. Almost two.”
The snarky woman she is, she levels me with a Whose fault is it? gaze.
“You know damn well why I’ve been keeping you in this room.” I splay my palm on her stomach, rubbing her soft flesh. “You wanted to run. Then you had to sleep.”
