Page 74 of The Keeper

She wrenched away from me, her voice rising. “You don’t get to tell me what I’m thinking or feeling. You weren’t there when it happened.”

“Thanks for the reminder, sweetheart,” I growled, finding myself slipping into a dark place. “Like it’s not all I’ve fucking thought about since it happened.”

The monster I kept caged was rattling the bars, demanding to be let loose. It craved blood, vengeance...but would happily settle for her body beneath mine.

“Good,” she said, her fingers defiantly working between her legs. “If I have to suffer, so do you.”

My hand shot out, wrapping around her throat like a collar. Not squeezing enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention. I tugged her mouth down over mine, fucking it with my tongue in a way that wasn’t like me. Not soft. Not gentle.

Maybe that was what she needed.

“Is this what you want?” I whispered against her lips. “You wanna be held down and fucked senseless until you can’t remember your own name, let alone what he did to you?”

Her eyes went hazy with lust, her fingers moving a little faster beneath the lace. “If it means feeling whole, even temporarily, then fuck yes. That’s what I want.”

Fuck if I didn’t want it too. But I was in no condition to give her what she needed. I was somewhere north of buzzed and more in the mood for murder than making love. If I gave in now, I’d be no better than Timothy.

“Baby, we can’t. Not like this.” I tugged her hand out of her panties with my free hand, resisting the urge to suck the juices off her glistening fingertips.

She yanked her hand out of my grip. “What happened to the guy from a few weeks ago? The one who couldn’t keep his hands off me?”

“He’s trying real fuckin’ hard not to take advantage of you right now.”

“Then give me the biker,” she stated calmly, rocking against my painfully hard cock.

“Piper,” I warned, my nostrils flaring with each ragged breath I took. “I’m not in a good place right now.”

“That makes two of us.”

I shook my head, my throat bobbing up and down in a hard swallow.

She took a deep breath before nodding to herself. “I’m not asking for soft or gentle. I’m asking for my biker to fuck me so hard it resets my brain back to its original factory settings. Give me the bad guy.”

My fingers flexed against her throat. “You don’t want that side of me, baby. Not tonight.”

“I survived being assaulted,” Piper said, her eyes flashing with determination. “I think I can handle you.”

Something snapped inside me at her words. The monster broke freeof its cage, roaring to the surface. I flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress and letting her feel every rigid inch of my cock through our clothes.

Instead of fear, I saw need in her eyes. She arched up, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Fuck me, Dane. Make me forget everything but you.”

With a feral growl, I tore her tank top straight down the middle and shoved her sports bra up over her tits before pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, using my body to keep her spread beneath me.

The position was eerily similar to how Timothy had her during the robbery, but the monster in me was focused on her heaving tits. I dragged my free hand down her body to roughly palm one, brushing my thumb over the stiff peak before pinching it. Hard.

I greedily swallowed her cry before taking her lower lip between my teeth and sucking hard enough to draw blood.

“Yes, please...more…”

I released her wrists. “If you need me to stop, yank or squeeze my shoulder. Got it?”

Piper quirked an eyebrow. “What, no safe word?”

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, tearing the delicate lace clean off her body in one sharp tug.

“Gonna be hard to use a safe word when your mouth is full, darlin’,” I growled, shoving the ruined panties between her parted lips. “Bite down. You’re going to need it.”

Her pupils dilated, nearly eclipsing the green of her irises. The monster in me was absolutely feral at the sight of her spread out and gagged beneath me.

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