I try to be angry, but all I feel is denied something I really want far more than what a healthy, normal person should want.
A shuddered breath follows his quiet groan, and he relaxes against me as we stay quietly in our positions for long enough to catch our breath. I was also denied my fourth orgasm of the night, and I know it’s greedy to be upset about that.
He nips my ear suddenly, and I feel him slide between my thighs as he pulls off me and leaves a bereft sensation in his wake.
The bed jostles, and I glance over my shoulder to see him tucking himself back into his jeans before I can even glimpse the part of his body that just saturated the inside of my shirt and my chest…and a little bit of my stomach and neck…
Sheesh. How long has it been for him?
I lose interest in everything when I hear the damn shower running and the bathroom door shutting.
Are you fucking kidding me right now? He’s taking a shower while I’m stuck in this position with him still running down to my neck?
I try to lift up, only to lose my balance and land hard on my chest, which…makes a bigger mess. Groaning, I move to my back, and feel it…running down my sides.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, glaring at the bathroom before I glance up to see I fell in the wrong direction, and the ties are twisted above my head now.
“Just freaking great—”
I stop talking to myself when the door to the bathroom opens, and Rush steps out, running a wet rag all over his face. He arches an eyebrow at me, lifts his gaze to my tangled wrists, and then drops his eyes to where my shirt is pressed against me in telling ways.
“Since you were good, I’ll let you sleep without the restraints tonight,” the smug prick says with twitching lips. “After you shower, of course.”
I want to slap him so hard right now.
He acts like he finds my glare cute or something, because he looks entirely too amused as he comes to free my hands.
It takes more work, given all the tangling, but he finally manages to get it all undone.
He leans down just as I get my wrists untangled, and he inhales against the side of my head again, breathing me in the weird way he always has. I ignore it and pretend that I’m indifferent to the familiar quirk, as he slides his hand down my thigh.
“If you want to sleep without restraints, now you know the price,” he murmurs against my cheek.
My eyes flick to his as he starts pulling back, and he winks at me as that sinister smirk of his deepens. He’s enjoying this too much.
“Enjoy the shower. The temp is exactly right,” he randomly adds as he drops to his back and shuts his eyes like it’s bedtime now that he’s gotten his.
My eyes flick over the tattoos I traced while he was passed out drunk and bleeding. When he cracks open an eye and catches my staring, I jerk my gaze away and try to pretend that I don’t feel like an idiot with no pants or panties covering my bare ass, while my saturated-in-the-front T-shirt sticks to my chest and stomach.
I’m not going to have an ounce of dignity as long as he has control.
I’m being punished.
The dick really does think I wronged him.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter as I slam the door to the bathroom.
I blame the past, my damage and the adrenaline for the fact that I still crave more of him. He won’t get another ounce of compliance from here on out.
He wants complete control over me.
I just don’t know why.
Chapter 15
RUSH
“So your sister is off-limits, I’m assuming,” Darren says to Drex, while one of his best friends continues to fight for his life two days after he was shot up.
I cast a dubious look in the fool’s direction. Even I wouldn’t be that fucking careless right now. Well, at least not verbally, that is.
I smirk, thinking back to yesterday when she actively avoided meeting my eyes, yet stared at me every single time my head was turned.
“You think now is the time to ask if you can hit on my motherfucking sister?” Drex snaps.
Axle quickly grabs Drex by the arm, ripping him back before the crazed lunatic prez cracks Darren’s skull open just for being an idiot.
Snake studies the same bullet he’s been studying for the past hour like it’s a distracting gem. That fucker just keeps getting crazier. I didn’t realize how sane the psychotic ex-girlfriend kept him.
I find myself casting more and more worrisome glances his way, because he’s seriously creeping me the hell right out.
That says something.
Maya is roller skating across the floor while spray-painting a map of the city on the vacant wall.