Page 27 of Catching His Runaway

Recalling every whine and whimper, my blood runs hot. My cock begs for relief at the pressure building up, but I don’t dare follow through.

If I fuck her, there is no going back. The damage will be done and irreversible.

If she has any hopes of leaving, then I’d have a reason to be the bad guy by keeping her around.

10

Valeria

The sunlight is damning, a daily curse, but a particular pain in my ass today. The way it slips through the curtains and hits my eyes, I’m forced to wake up.

I don’t want to move. Don’t want to open my eyes, either. If I do, then I’m forced to think about what happened last night and the predicament I’m currently in.

I’m curled against his body, and I can feel the slow rise of his chest against my cheek.

Surprise, surprise. The one time he lets me sleep in his bed, everything between us has come crashing down. How in the world am I supposed to hate him now without remembering how good his fingers felt against my clit?

As much as I want to write this all down as a heated fantasy, I know I have to unwind myself and make some distance. First things first, our limbs need untangling.

Cracking my eyes open, I blink away the sleep and look down at my thigh tucked between his. With just briefs on, his muscled thighs look far more impressive compared to my own. It’s not just his legs that have my attention.

Those briefs of his? Barely containing the curve of a bulge that makes my skin tingle and grow hot all at once. Unable to tell if he’s aroused or not, I tell myself not to care. To crush down any curiosities.

I’ve never been really good at listening to the warning bells that ring in my head. I’ve danced with danger enough times that the thought of doing something I shouldn’texcitesme.

Tommy is completely off limits, and that’s why I can’t help myself. We crossed the line back with that first kiss, and ever since, it’s been foggy. I can’t even tell if I want to find my way back to the side that’s safest.

If I’m a lost cause who can’t control myself, then I might as well gain a little control in another way.

Tommy’s chest flinches beneath my fingertips as I slowly drag my fingers down the dips and curves of his chest. There are scars along the path, each catching on my nails. Just when I see the band of his briefs, his entire front rumbles with a sound I can only describe as a growl.

Lifting my chin, I see his eyes are now cracked open. He’s watching me with furrowed brows, his jaw locked shut.

Does healwayslook angry?

Sinking two fingers into the band, I keep my eyes on his as I pull it down enough to feel his cock brush my skin as it pops up for freedom.

Definitely aroused.

“You’re asking for trouble, Valeria.” Sleep laces his words, but the threat rings true. He doesn’t have to spell out what can happen if I play too close with fire, but my pussy tingles like it already knows.

Moving to sit up, I smile at his words. As my fingers wrap about his cock, I watch as his jaw clenches. “I’vealwaysdone that, Tommy. Don’t act surprised. Doesn’t matter, I’m going to end up in the same place no matter what. Might as well enjoy myself a little before then.”

Elijah will torture me and slit my throat just like Ted if he gets his hands on me. Tommy will play with my mind until he’s broken me into pieces. Both endings will lead me to a cold grave six feet under.

Tommy seems to disagree, his hand finding my wrist in an instant. He’s pulling my hand away, hardly giving me time to memorize every inch of his cock before he’s abandoning me on the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Surprised by a flash of something I don’t recognize in his glare, he shakes his head dismissively. Frustration fills me as I watch him slip into the bathroom, shutting the door with more force than necessary. “This means as much as last night did!”

Of course it does. He only touched me for his own gain. Getting his own enjoyment from making me bend at his will, I just wanted a little myself.

From the roaring rush of the shower, I can tell he doesn’t want to argue about it.

Huffing under my breath, I push my hair out of my face before looking at the hand that had touched him.

I can’t tell him that Iwantedto touch him. That I wanted him to feel good. That would take me realizing that I’ve fallen right into his trap. He’d mock me for it, and then I’ll be forced to realize my heart is my weakness.

Damn it.

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