Page 17 of Fervent

Fisting the tube, I squirmed out from underneath her and maneuvered to my knees, depressing the mattress on each side of her legs. I unscrewed the cap and squirted what I hoped was the right amount into my hand, then I palmed her firm, round ass. “Was it this dark in the cellar?” I asked as I rubbed in the ointment.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, the pressure of my hands inducing a relaxed state. I finished applying the cream and glided my palms upwards. Brushing her hair to the side, I massaged her shoulders.

“God, that feels good.”

Her words tingled down my spine, heating my blood to simmering. I was a pussy, fucking terrified of remembering, but I couldn’t help but want to. I wanted to know what it felt like to own every part of her.

“Tell me more about the cellar.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know. I need to know everything.” I pressed my fingers deep into her muscles and worked out the knots.

“You left me naked in the cage. I didn’t have a blanket or any clothes. The thing I remember most is the cold. And the shame. You hated me, but I couldn’t blame you for it.”

“Me hating you…I find that hard to believe.” I lifted my leg and rolled her out from under me, onto her side, then stretched beside her on my back. I draped her over my body, not thinking, only acting on instinct as I embraced her, my fingers moving in slow circles down her spine. She caged me between her knees, and my dick nestled at the opening of her sex, fully erect and begging for entrance.

“Rafe,” she whispered, letting out a strangled moan.

Our captors could burst through that door at any moment, and I was sick for wanting to fuck her like this.

While being held captive.

While the remnants of Brock’s cane still sent unbearable amounts of pain through her system.

She couldn’t move without sucking air through her teeth. I only knew this because I heard her trying to hide it every time she shifted. I feared they’d do it again, that they were giving her time to heal so they could inflict more damage.

It’s what I’d do…if I were a psychotic bastard.

Fuck. My cock grew even harder. I didn’t want her to suffer…Ididn’t…but my body responded in a shameful, disgusting way at the thought of being the one on the other end of the cane. I’d never hurt her the way he had, but I wanted to make her cry. The urge intensified the longer we were locked in this dark hole together. Denying it was useless, but maybe if we poked and prodded at my memories, I’d understand it better.

Bury your head in the sand some more, Mason.

The dark tendencies had always been there, but something had made me snap, had propelled me to act on them. I wanted to remember what that something was.

She moaned again, face nudging the side of my neck. Rolling her hips, she slid her mound up and down my length in sensual madness.

“Fuck, Alex.” I twisted my head and nipped her lips, nudged her chin until she turned and bared her ear. My breath wafted over the delicate skin beneath her earlobe, and I whirled my tongue, savoring the salt of her flesh. The urge to bite became overpowering. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it. My mouth had a mind of its own, and I sank my teeth in with a groan.

She pulled at my hair with frantic fingers, and my traitorous hips jutted up to meet hers. “Don’t stop talking. What happened next?”

“You left me in there for a few days. You fed me”—her wet center teased my tip, and she gasped—“gave me a bucket to piss in. That was a dick thing to do, by the way.”

“What otherdickthings did I do?” I tried not to think of how close my dick was to pushing inside her.

“You cooked breakfast for me, let me take a shower. Made me eat off the floor.”

“I fuckingwhat?”

“I knocked my plate off the table, so you made me eat off the floor.”

I’d been a mean sonofabitch, and I didn’t know how she could relive that while grinding on me, her pussy slick over my shaft. Fucking teasing. She could easily impale herself on me, but instinctively, I knew what she was waiting for.

She wanted me to force her cunt onto my cock. I grasped her hips and almost pushed her downward. She’d fit me like a glove. I knew she would. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I’d already been inside her. How could I forget something like that?

“Later that night, you fucked me.”

I groaned at the mental picture of her helpless beneath me, skin doused in sweat, her body shuddering. “Tell me when you were most scared.”

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