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“Your innocence was stolen.” Voice gruff with emotion, he slid his palm along my cheek. “You didn’t squander it away, Alex. If you want to wear white, then I want to see you in white.”

“Then I know which dress I want.”

“You can write down the info later.” He slid his palm down my shackled leg, his touch almost reverent.

I held my breath, suspended in hope as he brought his fingers to my ankle and worked at the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve been cooped up too long.” He left my side and opened the naughty drawer before pulling out a coil of silky-looking rope. He flicked his gaze to my face, and there was no mistaking the ardent glint in his green eyes. “Go for a walk with me.”

23. Jaded and Twitterpated - Alex

We were a long way from civilization.

It was times like these, when Rafe had me naked and bound to a tree, my ass facing outward, that I missed the allure of a normal life. But even if we hadn’t been living off the grid, I wasn’t sure we’d recognizenormalcyif it smacked us in the face.

I shifted my weight to my left foot. My limbs were growing tired. I was beyond antsy. And I was nervous as fuck because Rafe hadn’t spoken a word to me since he’d brought me to this spot on the riverbank. He hadn’t punished me yet either. But I was certain it was coming. Why else would he have me strapped to a fucking tree? I shifted again, and the rough bark of the huge trunk chafed my nipples. This was torture, and not in a purely bad way.

Footsteps sounded, followed by thesnapof a twig. I jumped, my breath catching in my lungs as he wrapped his hand around my throat, fingers flexing before releasing me. The trapped breath swooshed out in relief.

Twigs, belts, sticks…they were all dangerous in Rafe’s hands. His hands though…they were the most lethal of all, especially when he held my vulnerable neck captive in his grip. And that’s why it was a risk not to tell him I was late. If Iwaspregnant, then his fetish of erotic asphyxiation could be dangerous.

But my entire being railed at the thought of telling him. It would only cause stress between us for something that might be a false alarm. I needed us to get back to where we were before I’d taken off in the middle of the night and sent Rafe spiraling toward the darkness that shadowed him. God, I missed him in so many ways.

His body next to mine at night, arms sheltering me.

The simple things, like preparing meals together or playing cards to pass the time.

The gravelly sound of his voice in my ear, telling me to come for him.

I inched my thighs together at the thought, despising myself for the warmth flooding my sex. He stepped back, and the switch hissed through the air an instant before it connected with my backside in a way that caressed more than hurt.

“Legs open, sweetheart.”

With a nervous gulp, I opened my thighs and planted my feet firmly on the ground. “I’m sorry,” I said, ignoring a pebble that bit into my heel.

“What are you sorry for?”

I wondered if the termpissing him offwould suffice as an answer. Probably not. “For taking off on you the way I did.”

He teased my needy slit with the switch. “You’re not in trouble anymore, but I think you want to be tied to this tree. You’re getting wetter the longer you stand here.”

He was right, and I hated myself for it.

“Are you hoping for my cock?”

I moaned, practically foaming at the mouth from withdrawal. “God, yes.”

“Fucking hell, I love that answer.” He grabbed me by the hips and brought my ass against his groin.

No buildup.

No foreplay.

We were both too on-edge and desperate.

He entered me with the speed and force of a man on the brink of madness. It had been mere days since he’d been inside of me, but he took me against that tree as if a lifetime had passed, without mercy, his movements as rough as the bark scraping my skin. With every pillaging plunge, he let out hoarse grunts.

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