Page 68 of They All Own Me

“Yeah?” He turns back to face me.

“I’m not going to break,” I say firmly. “Come fuck me. You might as well be consistent with the disheveled look.”

He rushes towards me like a predator pouncing on prey. My back hits the wall as his lips crash against mine again. His kiss is all-consuming, rough and demanding.

His hands are everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, roaming over every inch of exposed skin. The intensity of it all makes me dizzy with desire.

“I can’t believe he turned this down,” Isaac growls against my mouth. “Fucking idiot.”

“He’s not you,” I manage to say between kisses.

“Damn right he’s not,” Isaac replies before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I’m going to make sure you remember that.”

With that promise hanging in the air, he dives back in, kissing me like he's trying to devour me whole.

Isaac’s hands move swiftly, yanking my torn shirt off and discarding it like it’s nothing. “So fucking sexy,” he mutters, taking off my jeans, and underwear, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. His hands slide over my body, sending jolts of electricity through me. “Always knew there was a dirty girl hidden under all that prim and proper.”

His words make me shiver. I should feel ashamed, but all I feel is exhilaration.

He steps back, taking in my naked body. His gaze is intense, and it makes me feel more exposed than I already am. “God damn,” he breathes, voice rough with desire.

“Like what you see?” I tease, trying to sound confident despite my pounding heart.

“More than you fucking know,” he growls as he walks up to me again, his hand coming to rest over my head. His touch is possessive, claiming.

“Let’s just see how much you enjoy being a bad girl,” he whispers against my ear. I feel something cold snap around my wrist—a cuff. My breath catches, but not from fear.

“Shouldn’t this scare me?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

“Do you want me to stop?” His eyes bore into mine, searching for any hint of hesitation.

“No,” I reply firmly. “Don’t stop.”

He grins wickedly and cuffs my other wrist to the pipe above me. The metal is cold against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asks as he moves down to cuff one ankle to another pipe.

“You have no idea,” I say honestly.

“I’m starting to get an idea,” he says with a smirk, securing the last cuff around my other ankle. I’m spread eagle, completely at his mercy. But instead of fear, all I feel is anticipation.

“You look amazing like this,” he says, stepping back to admire his work. “A perfect little captive.”

“I guess we’re doing this for real then,” I say with a shaky laugh.

“Oh, we’re doing this for real,” he replies darkly. “And you’re gonna love every second of it.”

His words send another wave of heat through me. Being at his mercy feels oddly liberating. And seeing the raw desire in his eyes makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never felt before.

“What now?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Now,” Isaac says as he steps closer again, his hand trailing down my side, “we see just how bad you can be.”

Isaac steps back, eyes blazing with a dark, primal hunger. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one swift motion. My breath catches as I take in the sight of his musculartorso, covered in tattoos that snake across his skin like a living, breathing map of danger and allure.

“Do you approve?” he asks, voice dripping with arrogance.

“You know I do,” I reply, my voice a little breathless.

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