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Would he hurt me like they did? Would he take care of me?
And suddenly, I’m thinking about the man in the mask. That deep ruggedness of his tone, only a little deeper than Chris’s. Thoughts of all three of us together make my toes curl. My arms bound behind me while one takes me from behind and the other forces his cock down my throat.
A little moan slips from my lips, and instead of pushing off of me, the tip of his tongue rolls past his bottom lip, just enough for me to see it.
Desire unfurls through me like a hungered siren.
I realize how insane I’ve become, thinking of two men. Of being treated the way I want to be.
Why am I like this? What the hell is wrong with me?
Tears ache behind my eyes, and I curl my fingers against my sides.
“Get off me, asshole!” I shove him off. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again!”
He immediately backs off, as though I’ve suddenly grown thorns.
“My apologies, ma’am.” He turns rigid.
I instantly regret what I said, wanting that man again, the one who worried, who sounded like he cared.
My chin trembles, and I rush out of the room, hearing him call my name.
But I don’t look back.
There’s no reason to. He’s not my future.
Because I don’t have one.
Not anymore.
CHRIS
I slam a fist into the wall as soon as she walks out the door, tears shining in her eyes. The ones I put there.
“Fucking bastard,” I scold myself.
I made her uncomfortable. I made her cry.
Kayla…
I know about her past. I know she was taken and hurt for years before she was found, and I go and trap her like that?
But I wasn’t thinking. Not when I recalled how she ran off on me, leaving me worried that something could’ve happened to her. When I tracked her back to her place, she was there, and luckily still okay.
It’s not even my job I’m worried about. I don’t care if I lose it. I can’t let anything happen to her, not on my watch. It’s my duty to ensure her safety, and I don’t fail at anything.
My pulse still races as I think about the way she looked at my mouth. Like she wanted to know how good it’d fit around hers. I bet she tastes sweet, like an innocent little flower that requires a delicate touch.
But I can’t be the man to give her that. Not after what she’s been through. I don’t even know how to be gentle with a woman. Never was before. Never needed to be, not with the kind of women I’ve fucked. They all wanted it rough, and I gave them everything they craved. But I can’t be that way with Kayla.
But shit, the way she made me throb. The way I wanted to find out if she was aching for me between her soft thighs. The sounds I could force out of her while my tongue’s pressed over her clit…
I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to tame my ill-fittedthoughts so I can go and do my fucking job: watching her. I know she’s in class now for the next hour, and I know where.
Taking another moment to compose myself, I head out in her direction until I reach her classroom, which is already in session. Peering through the little window in the door, I see her in the middle row, chatting with some guy her age.
My hand clenches when she smiles at him.
