Chapter 52
My head aches like a son of a bitch, and my eyes are heavy. What happened? I rack my brain. The last thing I remember was winning the hearing then heading out with my client. She kept trying to pressure me into a thank you drink . . .
Bexley.
I remember seeing her before everything went dark.
I force my eyes open and frown when my body doesn’t respond. Looking down, I realize I’m chained to a bed. It isn’t one I recognize, but when I look up, Bex is there with her arms crossed, leaning against a door.
“Hey, baby,” I croak, coughing to clear my voice. “Where are we?”
“My house, where no one will disturb us,” she snaps, her tone freezing cold.
“So this is your bed?” I grin, still a little groggy.
It’s now obvious what happened. She kidnapped me. I relax and smile at her. “You didn’t need to drug me. You could have just asked. I would have gone with you anywhere.”
“You needed a reminder of who I am and what I am capable of,” she warns, her voice deadly. I realize she’s furious. I search my memory, trying to figure out why.
“Baby,” I cajole, “what’s wrong?”
“You smiled at her,” she hisses.
I roll my lips inward to stop myself from telling her how fucking cute she is when she’s jealous. “I won’t let it happen again,” I state sincerely. “Now, can we get rid of the chains? I want to touch you.”
“No.” She’s unmoving, and I know I’ll have to try harder.
“Okay then,” I flirt. “How about coming here, baby, so I can touch you and show you how you’re the only one for me?” My voice is low and soft, the one I know she likes. It’s a low blow, but I’ll use whatever I can to get her near me.
“You aren’t touching me for a very long time,” she threatens, even as she steps closer. Fuck, she’s magnificent when she’s angry. My cock hardens as I jerk my legs up.
I pout. “I thought you were flirting with me.”
“I kidnapped you,” she responds.
“Exactly.” I grin as I lean back. “Isn’t this foreplay? Or do you want me to bleed and scream first?”
“I came to you because I wanted . . . wanted something after what I did this morning.” She stabs a knife into the pillow beside my head. I don’t even flinch, just raise an eyebrow. “Yet there you were, flirting with someone else.”
She came to me for comfort? I feel like I could take on the world.
“Not flirting. Not ever,” I say slowly, wanting her to really listen. “She’s an important client, so I couldn’t get angry, but I rejected her multiple times. Why would I ever want anyone else? Your many personalities are enough to keep me busy.”
Her nostrils flare in fury as she straddles my body, her heat and weight making me lift my hips to get her to slide down to where I want her. “You’re being very arrogant for a man who is drugged and chained.”
“And in your bed.” I lick my lips. “You’re jealous, and I love it, but it’s not necessary. You are the only thing I see.”
Snapping my hands up, I show her the bindings I broke out of.
Her eyes widen, but then I’m on her, rolling her to her back and pinning her so she can’t escape.
I slam her hands above her head as she snarls like a wild animal, bucking and fighting.
“Listen to me, baby—there’s no one but you.
I will ensure no one ever touches me again, not even in passing. Now let me make it up to you.”
She frees her hand and slaps me, my head jerking from the blow. I lick my split lip as she glares at me, so I grab the bindings and tie them around her wrists. “If you can’t be good, then I’ll tie you up until you listen.”
She tugs on them, her eyes flashing in anger as she kicks at me. “Let me go, now.”
“Not a chance.” I smirk as I strip her clothes off despite her twisting and bucking body, but when I come down on her, she manages to get one hand free, and there’s a knife in her hold.
I block it, feeling it slice into my forearm.
It wasn’t a killing blow, which tells me she isn’t really that mad, just warning me.
Retying her, I pull her thighs up and press her knees to her chest, keeping her like that as I free myself and drag my length across her folds.
Despite her anger, she tilts her hips to give me better access.
Smirking, I wind her up until she’s glowering, and when her sassy mouth opens to tell me off, I slam into her.
The bed frame shakes, and her eyes roll back.
Pulling free of her tight, wet cunt, I thrust forward, setting a hard pace that has her gripping the bindings above her rather than fighting them.
She cries out so sweetly, relaxing into her pleasure.
“Good girl. If you kill me, you won’t get to fuck me again.”
“Fine,” she says, lifting her hips, “but next time, you’re dead.”
“Thank you, my magnanimous baby,” I praise as I lift her hips higher.
She comes for me, and even then, I don’t hold back.
She whimpers, and her pretty cunt flutters around me as I drive into her, forcing her to take it.
I want her to know this body, this man, is hers.
I never want her to question it, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t.
Bending over her, I force her legs higher until she moans loudly.
“This is yours,” I snarl, fighting my release. I want to feel her come again. I want to stain her bed with it so when she runs away from us, it’s all she’ll think of. “No one else’s. I’ll remind you as often as you need.”
Her eyes open, but she nods, and when I slam into her again, that previous annoyance is completely forgotten. Her hips lift as much as possible to take me deeper, and our lips meet in a feral kiss. No more words are needed as both of us fight to get as close as possible.
Biting her lip until I taste blood, I press my arm there so our blood mixes, the sight making me swell inside her, her red lips parted in a pant.
“Neo,” she whispers, and I know she’s close. I dive into her until she screams, clawing at her bindings, and then I pull free, and with a roar of my own, I pump my release across her body, covering her with my cum.
She’s riding her high too much to care, and I slump down at her side, spent. Reaching up, I undo her bindings, and she curls up at my side, making my lips twitch. She’s always like this, so strong, bold, and crazy, but when she’s sated and happy, she’s like a spicy little kitten who wants cuddles.
I stroke her back as she moves closer, and my heart eventually slows as I look around her room before a question comes to mind.
“What happened to my suit jacket?” I ask casually after seeing everything else.
“She touched it, so I burned it,” she answers.
Laughing at how adorable she is, I kiss her cheek and tug her closer, never wanting to let her go. “I love you, my crazy girl.”