Page 42 of Hide From Me

“You were robbed of a normal life the day you were born. I’ve given you what I could, but now? You walked right back into this hell, and there is no leaving now.”

Her breathing was heavy, but she was still.

“Wear the fucking jacket and you can walk out of here with me.”

She laughed, and it was most defiantly not that of a sweet, innocent little girl.

“Or what, big guy? You will punish me by carrying me out of here?”

She couldn’t see the corner of my mouth tip up, nor could she see my next move as I less than gently pressed her against the table that I’d purposely ignored earlier.

“No, blossom.”

I held her there, where she was unable to move, as I unzipped my jeans one more time. I ran my hand over her ass, slipping past the puckered little hole that was so easily accessible from this angle. Someday she’d beg for that, but tonight? I was more interested in making her addicted to me rather than breaking her. I never wanted to break my sweet little princess. My fingers slipped past, and I found her slick entrance.

“I will fuck you until you can’t stand, and then I will carry you out of here.”

My shaft was already hardened steel from her naked teasing, and I spread her legs with a kick of her feet, and then, with little to any notice, I slammed into her. Her sweet little entrance was still tight, but she was ready. Her body seemed to say something her smart mouth hadn’t. She wanted this, and I would give it to her.

I fucked her hard and fast. My name on her lips was a symphony to my brutal rhythm. Her hips slammed into the table as I took her over and over. I’d leave her marked in every way possible to show I owned her fucking body, but tonight would just be with my come and bruises from her teasing and taunting me.

“Rylee, don’t fucking push me again,” I said between thrusts. I released my hold on her so I could grab her hips and hold her to me, stop her from hitting the table because this was my Rylee, and for all the shit I said, I never truly wanted to hurt her.

Her pussy clenched around my cock as she screamed out in her release. Fuck. My balls tightened, and even though I wanted to punish her again and again with making her come over and over, her moans and whimpers were exactly what I needed to come undone inside her again.

The muscles of her core spasmed around me as I let every little bit of myself spill inside her.

I wrapped my hand around her neck and gently pulled her up, forcing her head to turn to me so I could claim her lips.

As I pulled my mouth away from hers, I looked into her sated, glazed-over eyes.

“You never wanted to escape me, and now you never will.”

SEVENTEEN

rylee

The beepingof my Tamagotchi woke my ass up. I think this was the death throes of the poor little thing. Again. Fuck, I couldn’t even keep it alive. Thank the lord I wasn’t trying to get a real animal.

“Sorry, little guy.”

I rolled over and hit a button. It didn’t stop beeping. I hit another one. Still wouldn’t stop.

“Rude. Just die in peace already.” I threw the thing across the room and prayed it broke. I wasn’t ever going to be a good mother. That was winning information.

“Look, Mom, I’m already smarter than you were.”

I felt a tiny bit bad yelling at my dead mother like she was hanging around listening, but let’s face it; she’d given me enough drama to land me in therapy for roughly my entire life. Too bad for those doctors. I wasn’t really good at therapy. My phone beeped as a message came in.

My entire body ached, but I wasn’t complaining. I would have pinched myself, but I think the way my lady bits were throbbing, it hadn’t been a dream. Which meant Cas had fucked me and then made me go home. My mouth was sandpaper. I might not have been the most drunk, but I still needed water. Iforced myself to sit up and regretted that decision. Maybe it had been one too many drinks.

I looked over to grab my phone and saw a glass of water and two tablets that I really hoped were Tylenol. I had a few trust issues after the art gallery, but still, I felt like last night might have been some kind of turning point. I knew he was spying on me now, which reminded me to turn and flip off the room. I still wasn’t sure where this camera was, but at least I could actually be pissed off and pretend like I had control.

I took the medicine because, even if it wasn’t a painkiller, I would probably feel better either way.

I picked up my phone finally and noticed thirty-two missed messages and four missed calls. Whoops. I guess I’d passed out.

I started from the top. Missed call from Detective Fuller also followed by three texts from him. Dead bodies were ready for their portrait. Right, got it. Work called because the dead rested, but murder did not.