Page 68 of Tempest

I work my jaw. Clear my throat. Glare.

“Take the blindfold off,” she begs. “Let me see you again. I’ve missed you so freaking much, baby.”

That’s fucking it. With jerky motions and a full-throttle temper threatening to boil over, I unclasp my belt, pull it through the loops, and toss it aside. She hears the sound, her head moving to and fro to follow, employing that enigmatic grin as she does so.

“You’re playing me,” I say, yanking my pants down and tossing them aside, too. “You were squealing for mercy a few minutes ago.”

“Because you killed my cat,” she pouts.

I focus on the dead wild rabbit I made Hunter scavenge for before going back to her. Ardyn’s blind, but I curse myself for allowing that much of a tic to come out.

“And,” she adds, “you always said I had to put on a show for your comrades so as not to arouse suspicion.”

“I did, did I?” the question comes out choked and rough.

“Yes, baby.”

Ardyn’s fucking around—I know it. She has to be. Maybe she believes turning the tables on her latest abductor will give her the kind of advantage she could never obtain as a kid, I don’t know. Or she’s calling my bluff and using her skills to see if it’s the real Nick Brewster who has her or an imposter.

I don’t much care since I’m at pushing people to their utmost limits before I break them in half.

“You wanna play, sweetheart?” I croon while stroking my dick. “Let’s play.”

Ardyn’s running her mouth, but it’s no secret she’s still a virgin. If she wants to push me into proving I’m “Nick,” then so I will. She’ll be a sobbing, snotty mess when I’m finished.

Ardyn’s breathing changes. Labored and short. I wonder if she hears it, too.

I stand between her spread thighs, her ankles shackled to each chair leg. She couldn’t escape if she tried.

I yank her hips up.

Ardyn yelps, her arms bracing against the back of the chair and her shoulders wrenching painfully.

“You’re in perfect alignment with my cock, sweetheart.” I dart my tongue out at the sight of her glistening pussy. “Do you still want me to give you the pounding I promised you as a little girl?”

Ardyn doesn’t respond. Her delicate mouth twists before she pulls her lips in, biting down hard.

She’s going to say no.

And I’m going to take it anyway.

Ardyn whispers something.

I cock an ear to her. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.”

My eyes widen, and my body is in full accord. I plunge into her without further thought, ripping through her barrier and burying myself to the hilt so ruthlessly that I buckle over halfway and groan in pleasure.

Ardyn cries out, her thighs stiffening and her entire body fusing into solid bone. Tears leak out from her blindfold.

I don’t feel any remorse. “I warned you, sweetheart.”

“I … I…”

I expect the pleas to start. The begging, the sobbing, the drool and the snot. She brought this on herself, though. Don’t poke a bear and all that.

“Don’t stop, Nick.”

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