Page 97 of Bake the Town Red

“Tyler.”

“That’s my girl.”

My eyes focus on what the man above me has forgotten. My knife. I slide my hand across the sheets, my fingers opening and about to curl around the handle.

“No,” Tyler roars, snatching it before I can.

I never stood a chance against him. He’s so fast.

Faster than I gave him credit for. And I did.

This man has secrets. I’ve been watching him while he sleeps or does errands in broad daylight. Nothing’s indicated that he’s become a…he almost reminds me of…me.

I’ve learned to react fast out of necessity, or the people I bring to the back-back room get the upper hand.

What’s turned Tyler into this?

“Thank you for the reminder, though.” His hand, large and efficient, finds both my wrists. He yanks my arms behind my back, his hand a manacle around my wrists. “I knew I forgot something.”

A softclinkand I spin my head to look at Tyler. As much as my head would turn when I’m being shoved into the mattress by my wrists.

I hardly believe my eyes. The knife has been settled between his teeth. He looks like an assassin with the drop of blood that’s drying on his throat. There’s not an ounce of fearin his eyes. He’s completely sure he wouldn’t cut his tongue and bleed out.

Murderous confidence. That’s what it is.

Except he’s not biting into the blade to look badass. Tyler needs his other hand free. Free to fist his cock, taps my asshole with it. A shudder runs through me. The anticipation of what Tyler’s has planned for me is beyond delicious.

The man who hid in the shadows for too long has finally come out to play.

As if his cock isn’t enough of a warning, Tyler glares at me. Sending a message.

I’m taking your ass tonight.

“You can use my shampoo for lube.”

He taps my ass with his cock another time. His way of sayingno.

“Tyler.” My heart slows. Stutters. My ass clenches to protect myself.

Tyler is huge and is anything but gentle.

I’m not ready. Can’t be.

His eyebrows lower while he drags his cock down my ass crack and slams it in my pussy.

“Fuck.” In this angle, from behind, it’s as if he’s never been there before. “Stop.”Please don’t.“Stop.”

Tyler sees through the lie. He owns my body. Marks my flesh with his fingers. Delivers one rough thrust after the other. He bottoms out every single time and when he leans forward to stroke my clit, all it takes is a few brushes of his thumb before I lose it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my body shaking from the force of my orgasm. He’s stopped rubbing me. Stopped pounding into me. But with his cock throbbing deep inside me, it’s as if my orgasm is never going to end.

“Make no mistake, little savage.” His voice has me snapping my eyes open. The knife is in his hand, his eyes looking possessed. “This orgasm isn’t yours. It’s mine.”

The words sober me. Make me bratty. “I came because I wanted to.”

“Wrong.” His thrusts resume at a slow pace. “Iwanted you to. I fucked you like no one ever would. Touched you like no one else could. That’s why you came.”

Tyler releases my wrists. He snatches one hand, pulling my arm back before I come up with a clever response. He massages my fingers for a moment, sliding the blade on them from the pads of my fingers to my palm.

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