Page 26 of Nowhere to Run

“I know you don’t want to wash my cum away, baby.” His tone was almost teasing, but the dark promise beneath it sent a shiver down my spine. “But I need you fresh for everything I’ve got planned.”

I shot him a glare, sharp as daggers.

“I do not love your cum on my face or my body,” I snapped, heart hammering.

The thrill of talking back to him—of not just taking his orders—made me feel a flicker of power.

His features darkened, his tone sharpening.

“Watch it.”

A warning. A challenge. His eyes narrowed, daring me to push him further.

My chest heaved, the tension between us thickening. My feet stayed planted firmly on the kitchen floor, refusing to move despite the oppressive weight of his stare.

“Get upstairs. Now.”

A deep, commanding growl curled around my spine, unsettling and electric.

I swallowed hard, pulse skittering. But then I sighed, relenting.

I hated giving him what he wanted.

But I did need a shower. And after that… I’d take what I wanted from him. A plan had started to form in my mind. I was sure it would work.

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, turning away with a defiant lift of my chin.

I climbed the stairs, forcing my posture to stay loose, casual—like I wasn’t affected. But at the top, I risked a glance back.

He was watching. Smirking.

That same knowing, predatory gleam.

The look that sent a rush of heat through me, igniting something I couldn’t ignore.

Steam swirled around me as I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pour over my skin, washing away the lingering remnants of his release. I lathered up slowly, fingers trailing over my body, mapping the places where he’d touched, claimed.

My fingertips brushed over my clit, and a gasp escaped my lips. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation take over. In my mind, it wasn’t my fingers. It was his tongue. Hot and insistent, teasing, dragging over my clit before dipping lower, tasting me, owning me.

I stepped out of the shower, skin flushed. Wrapping myself in a towel, I wiped the steam from the mirror, patting my face dry before applying a hint of makeup. I dried my hair just enough to smooth it out.

Why am I doing all this for him?

I inhaled deeply, turning toward the door. Locked. Good. Quickly, I grabbed my phone and typed out a message to Emma.

“I need your help. Here’s the deal…”

My fingers trembled slightly as I laid out the plan. I read it over once. Twice. Then hit send.

Emma replied instantly.“I’m on it. 8:00 p.m.”

I let out a shaky breath. I had 45 minutes.

Just enough time to get exactly what I wanted. To stall before he could claim me completely. Then, he’d be out of my life for good.

I could do this.

Steadying myself, I stepped into the bedroom, my towel wrapped tightly around me. I stopped short. On the bed sat a red gift box, black tissue paper spilling from the edges like ink. Slowly, I approached, lifting the lid.

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