Page 40 of White Rabbit

Holding me, Elijah covers me with kisses. Soft, gentle, tender kisses while he whispers ‘Mine’ every time his lips touch my skin. He smiles every time he kisses one of his marks. The hickeys from the other day are barely a faded yellow amongst the fresh purple and pink bites.

A man with a supposed list of crimes longer than my arm, with a body that spells sin, is holding me like I’m made of fragile glass as he worships me over and over again.

“Did that make it worth your while?” he asks, as he finally pulls away and yanks his pants back up, staying as close to me as he can without touching me. He picks up the three balls, holding them in his large hand as he smiles softly at me.

“Somewhat.” The orgasm was incredible, but there’s still a hollow craving inside me. I want to whine and beg for more, but instead, I bite my tongue.

He tilts his head as he watches me with his predator eyes. “What else do you need, Rabbit?”

I need more.

What he gave me wasn't enough for my greedy heart. I want to know more about Elijah Creed. Body, mind, soul—I want it all.

Fingertips brush over my sensitive skin, making me shudder as rationality slowly slithers back in and I become conscious that I’m lying on my desk with my skirt rucked up around my waist, my shirt unbuttoned and my bra has been pushed below my breasts. I’m a mess, and not just because he’s covered my skin with bruises and bites.

“What’s inside?” I nod towards the small pink balls as I push myself into a sitting position.

He grins slowly, “Well, now...that would be telling.”

“I just risked my job and you won’t be honest with me?” It’s like the word ‘honest’ triggers something as he takes a step back, a thoughtful look on his face.

“I wonder if you’ll look just as beautiful when you’re angry?” he murmurs to himself as he sits back in my chair and puts his feet up on my desk. Just what is inside those balls?

What weapon have I given him?

His eyes gleam with mischief as he cracks open the first ball and places the contents on my desk next to me. Then he opens the next one and does the same, lining them up.

By the time he opens the third, I’m so angry I could choke him. I fist my hand in his T-shirt and yank him up towards me as I turn and stare at the mini plastic penguin, a race car and some sort of monster.

Fucking toys.

He’d had me smuggle toys inside my vagina into prison, not because he needed them, but to test me. To push me past my boundaries. He preaches truth, but the truth is twisted until it suits him.

He shrugs unapologetically. “I had to see for myself, Rabbit.”

“See what? How pissed off I’d be?” Glaring at him, I bite the inside of my cheek as I release his T-shirt with an irritated sigh. “Mission accomplished.”

“I had to see if you were the same as me.”

Shaking my head, I pull up the cups of my bra before crossing my arms. “I am not like you.”

“The dark side doesn’t call to you?” His eyebrow raises as he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He’s already hard again, his bulge pressing against me with only the thin fabric of his underwear and trousers separating us.

I wasn’t the same as him. Something in him called to me—there was a big difference. Elijah was something I was dying to untangle, to understand, and I still didn’t know why.

“You don’t want to break the rules and prove them all wrong?” he murmurs in my ear as he pulls me closer, his lips against the fleshy part of my ear.

Do I have ‘daddy issues’ stamped on my forehead? Or perhaps ‘childhood trauma’ on my ass? It’s like he knows about my father, my upbringing and which buttons to push to get under my skin. I hate being told who I can be. What I can do.

It’s like he can see inside my head and I need him to stop. Stop before I don’t know who I am anymore, before I lose myself in the darkness he’s offering.

My hands move between us and rub up against his length. I want to distract him. Everything was getting too honest, too raw.

“Tell me you aren’t stuck in a dull, gray existence, Rabbit.” He frees his cock, jerking himself a few times before positioning the tip near my entrance. Elijah taunts me, drawing yet another groan from my throat by rubbing the head of his dick against my wetness. “Where the only fucking color is me.”

“Do it. Fuck me” I beg, rolling my hips as I slide off my blouse and toss it aside. “I’m on birth control. And I’ve always used condoms.”

I’d never taken that step with Chad, never felt the need to, but with Elijah, I want to feel him inside me.

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