Page 31 of Filthy Ruck

“I'm fine.” His overprotectiveness was starting to grate on my nerves. “You could take me home.”

I could use a shower and some time to decompress, and for the drug to wear off fully. Maybe a coffee strong enough to drive the rest of it away, out of my system. Or at least, let it feel like it was doing that. At this point, nothing I could take would make it leave my bloodstream quicker. Nothing but time.

“I'm not letting you out of my sight until the shit in your system is gone.” He backed my little hatchback into a parking space and turned off the engine. Footsteps heavy on the concrete, he hurried around to my side and started to lift me out of the car.

I tried to protest, but my whole body was weighed down with lead. I had no choice but to let him carry me all the way up to his apartment.

Shoving the door open with his back, he carried me into his bedroom. Carefully, as if I might break, he placed me down on his bed and sat beside me. “You look good in my bed.”

I twitched my eyebrows at him. “You didn't need to do this.”

“Of course I did.” He brushed hair back off my forehead. “I take care of what's mine.”

He pulled off my shoes and tossed them aside on the floor. “You really took whatever he gave you on purpose?”

“I did,” I agreed. “I swallowed it all down. Let him live out his fantasy. As far as kinks go, his is harmless fun.”

Storm grunted. “It's fucked up.”

“You don't have any fucked up fantasies?” I asked. Some might argue that paying me to fuck another man was fucked up.

“Of course I do,” he said. “They just don't involve making you helpless.”

I tried to sit up, but my body still wouldn't comply. “Some men get off on fucking people while they're asleep. Or completely unconscious. I was awake and aware.”

“Would you let him fuck you while you're unconscious?” Storm frowned.

“Maybe,” I said. “I don't know if that's what he's into.”

He chewed on that for a few moments. “I knew there was something screwy about him. I wonder how he'd feel about being so helpless.”

“That might be his ultimate fantasy,” I said. If Storm and Frost wanted to act that out, I wanted to watch. “What's yours?”

He worked his jaw back and forth until I thought he might not tell me. Finally, he said, “You know I like to be in control.”

“I might have noticed that,” I teased lightly.

“Don't make me spank your ass,” he growled playfully.

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” I retorted. “What kind of control do you want over me? The same as Frost?”

He took a moment to respond. When I thought he might change the subject, he finally said, “No, I want you to be able to fight back. I want you to struggle and scream, and I want to take you while you do it. But I want you to let me.” He averted his gaze, uncomfortable with having admitted to something dark. Something I might judge him for. Something that set my blood on fire like a lit match on petrol.

“Rape fantasy is a relatively common kink,” I said. It was one of mine. “With or without drugs involved. I want to explore that with you.” I waited until he turned his face back to me before adding, “I like it when my partners get rough.”

He exhaled a ragged breath and moved to lean against the pillows beside me. “That was why you took what Frost gave you? You like to let men take control when they fuck you?”

“Depending on the man, yes,” I said. “But only then. Not at work, or outside the bedroom.” I waited for him to disagree and I wasn't disappointed.

“What you do at work is totally within your control,” he said slowly. “But I'm going to keep a closer eye on the rest of your time. Now you're here, you can stay.”

“I have a perfectly good apartment of my own,” I argued. I wasn't surprised he suggested it though, especially after tonight. Of course he'd want to keep me close.

“Rent it out,” he said simply. “I'll organise a removalist in the morning.”

“No,” I said firmly. “Starting with the fact we barely know each other, and ending with the fact I'm still on placement. If the Smashers find out I'm living with you, they'll terminate the rest of it. My chance to work for the team will be gone forever. I may never work for another team either. I'm not giving that up.” He could fight me on this, but he wouldn't win, because I was right.

His jaw was set, and I thought he might argue anyway, but he eventually nodded. “When your placement is over and the team hires you, you'll live here.”

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