Chapter 15
ALEX
Islept in Rafe’s bed, and for the first time since he’d kidnapped me a week ago, I actually slept. Really slept. Most surprising was how he liked to cuddle. I remembered the way he held on to me the night I tried to escape, but I thought he’d done it to keep me from taking off.
Now that he knew I had no intention of leaving the cabin, the way he held my body all night—one palm on my breast while the other wedged between my thighs—I realized this was how he liked to sleep.
But what I found even more surprising was how I got any sleep at all, considering the placement of his hands.
So was the way in which I awoke, with his fist clamping around both wrists and his erection pushing into my mouth.
I opened my eyes and found him straddling my chest, dark hair tumbling onto his forehead as he gazed at me.
Well-defined muscles rippled underneath black lines of ink.
His body was a masterpiece, God’s finest art, and those green eyes…
I’d never tire of losing myself in them.
I hadn’t outgrown him at all, not during the last eight years, not even now that he’d kidnapped me and revealed the darkness festering inside him.
Part of me craved his sinful obsidian desires.
He pulled out and plunged back in, and I rolled my tongue around the tip, tasting the musky salt that signified his need.
He braced himself upright, one hand on the headboard, and pushed deeper.
I loved how smooth and solid he was in my mouth.
I always gagged while giving head, but I wanted to take him all the way in, deep in my throat, and I didn’t give a shit if I gagged or not.
He stilled with a shudder, and his lids drooped, though his eyes never left mine, never stopped giving off their hypnotic vibe. “Do you like sucking me off?”
His husky voice doused my skin in a blissful chill, and I tingled all over, tightening my lips around the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Alex, you’ve got the hottest damn mouth.” He started moving again, a slow, torturous pace—torturous because the longer he took, the more I wanted him filling someplace else.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, curls everywhere, those lips wrapped around my dick.” He tightened his hold on my wrists. “I could get used to waking you up like this.”
Oh God, so could I, if he’d only let me come. I clenched my thighs together, but it did nothing to relieve the ache that had throbbed since last night, since he’d choked me into unconsciousness.
He increased the pace, and the taste of him intensified, as did the pressure on my wrists when he edged back and pinched my nose. I flailed in a panic, legs kicking, and tried to pull free of his erection, but he shoved it down my throat and smothered me.
Our gazes crashed together, and my pulse pounded in my temples, ticking away the seconds.
“Trust me, I won’t kill you, but I can do this all day. Thirty more seconds, and your lungs will ignite. Blink twice if you’re ready to tell me what you’re hiding.”
I didn’t flutter an eyelash. Thing was, I did trust him. He wouldn’t kill me. He wouldn’t. My body was fast forgetting that though as I struggled for air, as my lungs burned for it.
He pulled out, and I sucked in a gasping breath before he pushed in again, deep down. “How long do you wanna play this game?”
I told myself not to panic and resorted to using the only weapon I had—my mouth. I added suction and swirled my tongue, flicked and darted until his hips thrust in abandon. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to send him over the edge, I could already tell.
“Fuck,” he said with a growl as he came. He let go of my nose, and I almost choked as he spilled down my throat. He yanked out, and some of his cum spurted onto my lips and chin. “You play dirty.”
“Not nearly as dirty as you!” I said, still gasping for air.
His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. “You have no idea.” He curled my fingers around the bars of the headboard before sliding down my body. “Spread your legs.”
“No!”
“Spread your fucking legs.”
Something about his tone made me tremble.
I opened my thighs without another word of protest, and he slid his hands underneath my ass, thumbs skimming the entrance of my sex.
His mouth parted, hot breath igniting me, and I arched into his erotic kiss with a moan, fingers squeezing the shit out of the bars as his tongue burrowed into me.
My legs fell to the sides, quaking uncontrollably.
I gritted my teeth as my center coiled, seconds away from coming undone when he switched to light, closed-mouthed kisses that torturously teased.
I held my breath, refusing to cry out in frustration.
I needed to come, so bad, and I was seconds away from begging him for it, from grabbing at his skin as if it were my lifeline.
I wanted him all over me, inside me, and wrapping me in his raw and brutal strength.
“Please, Rafe—”
He closed his lips over my clit, and I bowed over the mattress with a wail. He flicked his tongue, just light enough to drive me insane. “Rafe, please…for the love of God, I need more.” The headboard shook under the force of my grip.
“So do I,” he said, words vibrating along my pussy.
“I need the truth.” He worked his way to my core, tongue lapping up moisture, before returning to my downfall—that little spot that was an instant away from sending me hurtling into ecstasy-like chaos.
Pushing a finger into me, his tongue pressed on my clit hard.
“Oh God…oh my fucking God…”
He pulled away, and an anguished cry tore from my throat. He propped his head on a hand and looked at me between shamelessly spread legs, my knees bent on either side of him and feet flat on the mattress.
“How bad do you want it?”
“Stupid question.”
“Wrong answer.” He kissed my hip, then dragged his lips up my stomach before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
He slid a palm between my legs and stoked the blaze raging inside me.
I thrust my pelvis into his touch, arched my spine, and was about to shatter when he stopped again.
My breath expelled in a rush. I hated and loved him all at once, and my body was on the same page.
He brought his hands to my neck and clamped down, and I knew without a doubt he was going to choke me again. I prepared my useless fists to pound against his steel body.
“Fight me, sweetheart.”
I stiffened at his demand and refused to move. Part of me wanted to rebel, wanted to gain the upper hand even as he threatened to stifle me.
With a growl, he increased the pressure until I opened my mouth under his crushing weight.
“You’re gonna put up a fight, whether you want to or not.”
Bastard.
The compression on my neck became unbearable, and the need to break free kicked in.
I beat on his chest, shoved against his arms, and made it to my knees, a move he must have allowed because he was too strong for me.
My face screamed for relief as I used all the force I had, but I still couldn’t get his hands off my throat.
We fell to the floor, and I landed hard on my back.
He pinned me down, forced my legs apart, and settled his erection at my entrance.
“You want my cock?”
I gasped, more concerned with breathing than with fucking. “Rafe…stop…” I clawed at his fingers, desperate to get free. His gaze never left mine, and I realized this was how he got off. He craved my helplessness, perhaps because my actions had rendered him helpless for so long.
Or maybe because Rafe “The Choker” Mason got his kicks in holding the lives of others in his hands.
“You’re hurting me.” Tears leaked out and burned tracks down my cheeks.
He pushed into me violently. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your refusal to tell me the truth is hurting you.” His hands pressed harder on my throat.
My body reacted instinctively, and I kicked and squirmed, my useless fingers gouging his. “Please,” I squeaked, but the fucked up part was how I was getting wetter with each thrust, despite him choking me. The edges of the room grew dark, and I felt weightless as I drifted into nothingness.
His erratic breathing washed over me as my lids fluttered open. I gripped my throat, wheezing air into burning lungs. He was still pumping, and I was on the verge of coming, even after losing consciousness, when Jax dropped the ladder and popped his head through the opening.
“Dude. Someone just showed up.”