Page 37 of Freestyle
The tension in the room thickens, wrapping around us like a silken thread, binding me to them. A magnetic force pulling me closer, even as I fight against it. “Intrigued?” I echo, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that all I am to you?”
Phoenix steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “You’re so much more than that. You’re a puzzle we want to solve, a mystery we crave to unravel.”
I shiver at his words, the promise of something deeper lurking beneath the surface. “And what if I don’t want to be solved?What if I want to remain a mystery?” I cross my arms, trying to hide the ghost of a smile threatening to break.
“You think this is a game, sweetheart?” Phoenix asks, stepping closer, his tone heavy with intent. “This is your life, sunshine, and now you’re trapped in our net. You’re going to play by our rules.”
Biting my lip, I feel the undeniable pull between us—the tension is like a coiled spring ready to snap. I have never been one for submission, but the heat in their eyes ignites a smoldering desire I’ve never dared to explore.
“I don’t even know your rules,” I manage, feeling my heart race wildly as their visages draw nearer.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Gray purrs, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a predator savoring its meal. “We’ll make sure you learn them…thoroughly.”
I scowl at him, unwilling to let them see just how much their words affect me. “Why did you even bring me up here if all we’re going to do is talk? We could have done that downstairs.” I raise an eyebrow defiantly, hoping to mask the underlying thrill running through me.
Without missing a beat, Gray drops to his knees before me, the dangerous glint in his eyes stirring excitement deep within my belly. “Who said we weren’t going to do anything?” he questions, his voice low before he quickly pushes my legs apart. His warm hands skate up my barethighs, slow and seductive, igniting every nerve-ending along the way.
“We have plans for you, sunshine,” he murmurs, his breath swirling across my skin like a gentle flame. I try to pull away, but his grasp is unyielding, like a vine wrapping its tendrils around me.
“What kind of plans?” I gasp, my voice shaky, laced with a mixture of apprehension and forbidden excitement but instead of answering, he only tightens his grip, his eyes darkening with a primal intensity that makes my stomach twist with exhilaration.
“You think you can just walk away from us?” he growls, a hint of amusement threading through his voice as he tangles his free hand in my hair, tugging firmly. It forces my head back to meet his smoldering gaze, and my breath hitches in my throat, anticipation mixing with fear.
I open my mouth to speak, to protest, to assert my independence, but no words emerge. Phoenix watches, his presence both a comfort and a challenge as Gray’s whiskey-colored eyes seem to pierce right through me.
“You’ll never be rid of us, Rowyn,” Nix says, his voice low but firm, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a promise. “We’ll be your shadow, lurking just behind you, always watching, always waiting.”
Gray leans in, his gaze intense. “No matter where you go, we’ll be there. You can try to escape, but we’ll always find you. We’re not just a passing phase; we’re a part of you now.”
His touch grows insistent, his fingers tracing warm, lingering circles on my inner thigh, provoking delightful shivers with every stroke.
“You think you can shake us off? Forget us? We’re in your veins, Rowyn. You can’t deny what we are to you,” he says, his voice dark and husky, pulling me further into the depths of the storm brewing between us. “We’ve got you, sunshine. We’ll bleed to protect you.”
I can feel the heat radiating off both Phoenix and Gray. They are like twin suns, and I am a ship caught in their orbit, helplessly drawn closer and closer. Every word spoken between us hangs thick in the air, each syllable seeping with tension and an intoxicating promise.
As if sensing my tentative surrender, Gray releases his hold on my hair as his hand slides down to grip my waist, anchoring me in place. “That’s it, baby girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing tantalizingly against my skin, his breath stirring up the intimate atmosphere. “Let go.”
Gray’s fingers move higher. His caress is electric, igniting sparks that race through my body and send me spiraling. “Relax,” he whispers, his breath warm and teasing againstmy skin. His voice drips with a mix of authority and affection that makes it impossible to resist.
With a measured intensity, Gray grips my wrists tightly as Phoenix reaches behind him, handing Gray some rope. My pulse races, a cocktail of fear and thrilling excitement coursing through my veins as the reality of my situation sinks deeper. This is more than just sensual play; it is a declaration of trust and raw vulnerability. The rope digs into my wrists as I try to free my hands. I knew it wouldn’t budge, but I had to try.
“What’s your safe word going to be?” Nix asks.
“I-um, I don’t know.”
“Pick one. Something you’ll remember,” Gray remarks.
“Okay, how about ‘cinnamon’?” I ask, thinking about the last thing I ate.
“Cinnamon, huh?” Gray chuckles. I nod, embarrassingly.
“Is this what you do to all your girls?” I ask, my voice wavering, trying to steady myself against the flood of emotions swirling within me.
Nix chuckles, the sound low and dark, sending a shiver down my spine. “No, sunshine. This is special, just for you,” he says, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. His proximity amplifies the heat between us, causing my heart to hammer against mychest.
“Say you trust us,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. Heat floods my body and I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to answer.
Do I trust them?
