Page 27 of Nowhere to Run

Inside lay a racy red bra— if you could even call it that. Underwire framed the shape, but there were no cups, only open space designed to leave me completely exposed. A delicate red bow sat in the middle, deceptively sweet, as if that made it romantic. But it wasn’t. It was a display of control. A demand. Be his perfect slut.

Beneath the bra, a matching thong, equally daring. Thin, delicate, with a satin bow at the back, meant to be untied.

“Put it on.”

His voice came from the doorway—low, unshakable.

I startled, heart hammering. I hadn’t noticed him standing there. His gaze gleamed, slow and possessive, drinking me in like he already owned me.

There was no question in his tone. Only expectation.

I nodded, my pulse a frantic rhythm beneath my skin.

He wouldn’t get very far tonight.

I’d tease him, drive him insane.

And when he was so worked up he could barely think, I’d get my release—followed by an ‘unfortunate interruption.’

“No peeking,” I murmured, playful, controlled.

His lips quirked slightly before he stepped into the hallway.

I exhaled, my hands shaking as I reached for the thong.

Sliding the fabric up my legs, I felt it stretch over my ass, hugging my curves like a second skin. Settling my breasts into the open underwise, I adjusted the straps, watching as the outline framed me, provocative and bare.

I stole a glance in the mirror.

A jolt of excitement shot through me.

My large breasts stood prominent framed by an outline of red, the bow a small, tantalizing invitation.

Turning, I looked over my shoulder, admiring the way the thong hugged my ass. Perfectly round and smooth, shaped like an upside down heart, accentuated by my narrow waist.

I adjusted the bow until it sat just right.

Yes, this would definitely drive him crazy.

I took a deep breath. “Okay.”

The door creaked open, and he stepped inside.

His jaw dropped.

His gaze devoured me, sweeping over every inch like he couldn’t decide where to look first. Then a slow, deep exhale. A curve formed at his lips, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He shook his head, as if in warning.

“You are in so much trouble.”

His voice was low. Full of promise.

A thrill shot through me, a slight smile tugging at my lips as I imagined his mouth on me, his tongue teasing.

But then his head tilted, a twisted grin forming.

In a flash, he lunged, catching me off guard, pinning me down against the bed.

My breath hitched.

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