Page 43 of Not Your Hero

I’ve wandered the house for the past week, looking at anything and everything I can find. Some days, Gannix isn’t here, but I took his warning to heart and haven’t tried to leave. Not that I have anywhere to go. He sold my fucking house.

I walk down the stairs into what I assume is the basement and shove the door open. I slide my hand against the wall until I find the light switch and flip it on. At first, I’m not sure what the hell I’m seeing, but the more I look around, the more I understand.

“What the hell?” I mumble under my breath. I walk further into the room and take it all in. Chains hang from the ceiling and the walls. There’s a bed in the corner covered in black comforters and sheets.

I make my way over and run my hand along the soft cover as I look over at the chains hanging from the headboard.

“You find anything interesting?” His voice startles me and I jolt slightly before turning and looking at him.

“Into some fifty shades type shit?” I ask him. He smiles. He actually fucking smiles, and it’s breathtaking.

“No. Torture? Yes.”

“Torture?”

“In a way.”

“I don’t understand,” I tell him.

“Delayed satisfaction, Em. The way you couldn’t reach what you wanted, the way I can hold you hostage until I feel like letting you come.”

“You do that?” I ask, finding myself curious.

“At times, but in this room, no.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve never brought a woman back to my house apart from you,” he informs me. Something warms in my chest at his words, although I don’t know why. I should be afraid of being here, but I’m not. It’s … comfortable. I don’t feel like his hostage even if I’m not allowed to leave.

“What? Why?”

“It’s not something I do.”

“Then why have this room?” He walks over and reaches up, running his fingers along my cheeks.

“For a day like this. When I found what I wanted,” he replies, caressing my cheek.

“And if I refused?”

“Are you refusing?” he asks, his tone low and lethal. I turn my head and glance at the chains attached to the wall and wonder what it would be like to be chained and at his mercy like this. Would I like it? Hate it?

“I … I don’t know.” I turn back to face him, and he smiles again.

“You’re torn if you’d like it or not, right?” I nod my head. “You’d love it and hate it at the same time. You’d feel high, and you’dwant that release, but when I bring you to the edge over and over, you’ll be euphoric.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you, Emerson.” With that, he lowers his head, his lips brushing against mine. I’m hesitant at first, but when he starts to kiss me, I melt. Something about Gannix feels like everything I’ve ever wanted in my life and I can’t explain why that is. It makes no sense. None of this does.

But his kiss is rough. He’s taking what he wants as he devours my mouth, and again, I love it. His tongue sweeps past my lips, and I reach up, running my hand around the back of his neck, tugging him closer to me. His hands slide down and wrap around my waist, lifting me in his arms, and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. He walks with me in his arms, slamming me against the wall with so much force the air leaves my lungs.

I’m panting, wanting more, rubbing my body against his. How does he know exactly what I need when I need it? His lips pull away from mine and roam down my neck, where he sinks his teeth in. I cry out and moan while his tongue glides over the area he bit. My body is on fire as I grind it against him.

“You’re making me crazy,” he whispers before nipping at my ear.

“You’re doing the same to me,” I admit.

“We can’t do this right now,” he says, stepping away from the wall and letting my legs fall to the floor.

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