Page 72 of Savage Scream

“For fuck’s sake, Dee. What’s going on?” Jared hisses, but I keep walking, turning the corner in the passage and heading toward the private rooms.

When I stop in front of room eight, I use the key I stole from Griffin’s drawer and unlock the private room, pushing the door open and go in.

“Uhhhh. What are we doing in here?” Jared asks, hovering in the doorway, and I snicker quietly, unstrapping Thana and placing her on the small table at the side.

With Jared still standing in the open door, I turn to him, making sure he’s watching as I grab the hem of my top and tug it over my head.

That’s when he clues in on what I’m doing, and he grins, shaking his head and stepping into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Here?” he asks. “Really?”

I nod, working my pants down and revelling in the way his blue gaze darkens as he watches.

“Fuck it.” He chuckles, and grabs his t-shirt at the back, pulling it off in one swift move before stalking closer.

I suck in my lips as I stifle my smile, not wanting him to see. He thinks he’s about to get lucky. He thinks it’s that easy.

Not tonight.

As he nears, I back up, my back hitting the wall as he goes to cage me in, but at the last second, I duck under his arm, gripping his hips, and spin him to face me before I shove him hard against the wall.

A small gasp escapes him, and that faint noise excites me more than it probably should. If Jared has a problem with a female being dominant over him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his eyes flare wide with excitement, and he grins while licking his lips as I step into his space. I stand on my tiptoes, reaching up to his height even as he leans down, meeting me, and our lips clash in a heated kiss.

Jared’s hands slide around my back, tugging me closer, and I spend a couple of minutes enjoying the brush of his tongue and the nibble of his lips until I know he’s good and worked up.

I can feel his hardness pressing between us, tempting me so much that my panties feel instantly damp. I think I’m addicted to his dick. But also his tongue. And lips. And fingers.

Hell, I’m just addicted to everything Jared Crowley.

Easing our lips apart, I slide down his body, keeping my eyes on his as I lower to my knees and start working on his pants until they are open enough for me to access what I want. As soon as his cock springs free, I take it in my hand. It’s size too thick for my fingers to meet, and I give it a pump, wringing a hiss from Jared’s lips.

“You hungry, Deranged?” he asks, and I smirk up at him, nodding before flicking my tongue over his tip and using my free hand to tap the inside of his ankles, silently telling him to widen his stance.

“You wanna suck me?” he asks this time, and again I nod, this time parting my lips and sinking his tip inside my mouth.

His eyes roll back in his head, and that’s when I act, dropping my hold on his dick. Reaching down to the cuffs attached to a spreader bar chained to the wall by his feet, I quickly clamp them shut around his unsuspecting ankles.

His reaction time is slow because he is so lust drunk, so by the time he realises what’s happening, I have his feet secured.

“What the fuck!” Jared yelps in shock, and I smirk, using his distraction to tug down the wrist cuff chained to the wall on his right side, grabbing his wrist and securing it too.

“Hey!” he growls low, his voice curious. “What are you doing?”

I pull the chain tight, and his cuffed wrist jerks up taut before I secure the chain in place so he can’t move it.

“Dee!” he says in warning, but I just flash him a smile. “I’m happy to play, but a little fucking warning wouldn’t go astray.”

I shrug, taking his other wrist and noticing how he easily lets me secure the second wrist cuff before pulling it tight as well.

“You gonna say anything?” he asks, not really looking angry, but not looking all that comfortable.

“Like what?” I rasp, my voice extra scratchy. “Does it annoy you that I kept my plans to do this to myself?”

His brows shoot high before his eyes narrow.

“This is payback?” he asks. “For keeping the Travis stuff from you.”

I shrug. “Maybe. Or maybe I just want to leave you here alone and tied up, not knowing what I’m doing or if I’m safe.”

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