Page 66 of Dangerously Safe

Wetness gathers between my legs as we linger by his door. I grow thirstier for him by the second, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. “I think I know what you need, Angel.”

“You do?” I ask breathlessly. Finn takes a step closer, now only an inch away from me.

“Yes. You need to let go. You need to trust that we have you. We will help you figure this all out.” I suck in a shaky breath when he reaches out and gently brushes my cheek. I shiver at the contact. “I know it feels like you have no control like everything is falling apart around you, but that’s not true, Angel.”

My eyes begin to well up with tears.

No, Harp. Do not cry again.

“It’s not?”

“You have all of the control, more than you realize. You control us. We will burn down the world for you. We will kill anyone who gets in our way. Nothing and no one will stop us from protecting you. You. Own. Us.” His words are so harsh and powerful, yet they seem to soothe the pain inside my chest.

“I want you to forget. Just for tonight. Forget about today, forget about what happens tomorrow, forget about every fucked up thing that’s happened in your life. Let me take care of you the best way I know how. Let go, Harper. It’s okay. Give me control. Then, when the night is done, I’ll give it all back.”

Taking half a step, he’s tight against me now, cradling my face in his hands. His hips press against mine, and I feel every inch of him. Finn has a dangerous need, a hunger that festers inside of him. We’ve been dancing around this since I arrived here. Sure, he’s shown me his controlling side here and there, but I always knew he needed more. “Let go, Angel. I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Yes.” I close my eyes and lean into his hands, loving how his body feels against mine.

When I open my eyes, I see a different person before me. The Finn I knew from seconds ago has disappeared, and a new one stands in his place. Everything about his demeanor changes in an instant. He’s a caged monster ready to be set free.

He’s about to own my ass.

A full-body shiver runs through me from his stare, “Finn…” I can’t help but moan out his name, and we haven’t even started.

“Not anymore.” I look at him in confusion. “If you’re letting go and giving me control, I’m not Finn. For the rest of the night, in this room, that’s not who I am.”

I don’t understand. I stare up at him, hoping he’ll tell me what I’m supposed to say, but he doesn’t say anything. Unmoving and silent, he just raises a brow at me. Waiting for my mind to catch up with whatever scenario he’s trying to lay out for us. Then it hits me. I’ve read enough romance novels and watched enough porn to know what he needs from me. I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t get the words to come out.

“Say it, Harper.” The dominant tone in his voice gives me the little shove I need.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.

For a second, I worry it wasn’t the right thing to say. Maybe that wasn’t what he wanted, and I’ve just ruined the whole mood. Then I see his eyes smolder, and I know I made the right choice. Fuck. Finn, my quiet control freak, has a Daddy kink. Daddy kink? Dom kink? Who the hell cares? He’s the freakiest one of us all.

I should have seen that one coming. It’s always the quiet ones.

Finn exhales a harsh breath and squeezes the sides of my face harder. “Again.”

“Please, Daddy. Make me feel good.” Releasing my face from his hold, Finn takes a giant step back, trying to regain his composure.

“Go lay on my bed on your back, arms above your head.” I do as I’m told. Once I’m situated how he wants me, Finn walks along the side of the bed and removes the pillows, setting them neatly inside the trunk underneath one of the windows. I hear him rustling around above me. My heart stops when I look up to see what he’s doing. Sitting low on the headboard are two gold rings screwed into the wood. Finn is busying himself by knotting a black rope onto each ring. Once done with those, he walks around and does the same with two rings at the foot of the bed. They were tucked beneath the mattress, so I had never noticed them. I know what’s about to happen, and I can’t help my chest’s rapid rise and fall as he works around me. Finn notices me becoming uneasy, and he runs a hand up my leg, stopping once he reaches the apex of my thighs.

“Don’t be nervous, Angel. I won’t do anything you won’t like.” I believe him. Unlike when I’m with Ronan, I know I won’t need any sort of safe word. Ronan gets lost in the moment, so focused on walking that line between pain and pleasure. He needs a way to ensure I’m not only feeling pain. For us, that’s perfect, not with Finn. I know that whatever he’s about to do, he will have thought it through meticulously. He will pay attention to every noise and movement my body makes, analyzing everything. Finn’s about to dominate me in every way possible. My body is his.

“I know, Finn.” He brings his hand down and slaps my pussy, causing me to cry out. As suddenly as the pain came, it’s gone, leaving a shock of pleasure in its wake. I felt that slap all the way down to my damn toes.

“What did I say? Who am I?” He’s practically growling.

“Daddy.” I correct myself. “I know, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Don’t make me tell you again.” A devilish grin slides across his face, and my pussy anxiously clenches. Seeing Finn come undone is doing all sorts of things to me.

In a way, he’s still as precise and controlled as ever. Yet, right now, he seems free. All of his inhibitions have gone out the window because, right now, with me, he gets to be exactly who he wants to be. Do exactly what he wants to do. He is in complete and total control. He stands at the end of the bed, naked with a body that looks like it was carved from stone, his blonde hair still tousled from our shower, tattoos perfectly placed up and down both of his arms and across his chest, a trail of dark blonde hair from his belly button, down to his perfectly sculpted V, to his thick and ready cock. Right now, Finn looks like he holds power beyond measure, and in a way, he does. I am bound and entirely at his mercy. I honestly don’t think he’s ever looked sexier.

I know this night will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.

“You look so beautiful like this, Angel. Spread open and ready to take my cock like a good little whore.” There’s a bit of apprehension on his face, waiting to see if I will react negatively to his words. Maybe the old Harper would have, but not now, not this Harper. All it does is make my core fill with heat. I wiggle a little, trying to bring my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. It’s no use. Finn has me tied tight.

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