Page 108 of Laila Manning
“Only if you want to.” I agreed with a smile, “If you don’t, I can pretend to be a bitch and you can tell them I said no.”
He grinned with a roll of his eyes and took a step backward towards the guys. “I don’t think anyone would believe that you have a mean bone in your body. But thanks.”
“Have fun.” I waved to him as Zeke slid his hand over the back of my neck under my hair, tightening it enough to catch my attention.
His voice was low as he lowered his lips to my ear. “I’m taking you into the Shop. You won’t see anything you don’t want to. But you’ll come with me, no questions asked. Understand?”
I stared up at him, on the edge of telling him there was not a fucking chance in hell I was going into that building, no matter the reason. Before I could, though, there was something nagging at the bottomof my stomach that begged me to find out what he wanted from me in the horrid place, so I nodded once.
“Promise me you won’t hurt me in there?” I asked. Part of me was asking it jokingly, part of me needed his assurance before I followed him blindly into the place known for pain and torture.
He growled and pulled my body flush to his, with the same wild look in his eyes as he lowered his lips to mine. “I promise you that you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”
I moaned and sagged into him, ignorant of anyone else around us. “Deal.”
“Let’s go.” He turned us and started toward The Shop with his hand on my ass, leading me. When we got to the grills, Jed gave him a suspicious look as we went past, but Zeke just pointed off to where Kade was. “Don’t let him out of your sight, would ya?”
Jed saw Kade and then looked at us and rolled his eyes. “Sure thing.”
I kept my feet moving to keep up with Zeke’s long gait, as he paused only briefly to use the keypad at the door into the place, unlocking it, and ushered me inside.
The first thing that hit me was the air, frigid and blowing like it did inside of a hospital. The white, nondescript walls of the entrance gave nothing away as he turned, leading us down the long hallway. I had imagined the inside of the building a million times since moving in, and I had always envisioned blood-coated concrete walls, with plastic curtains hanging like inside of a slaughterhouse, screams echoing throughout the space.
It wasn’t that at all.
Or at least it wasn’t where we were. Maybe that part was deeper inside.
Before I could give it much thought, Zeke pushed me into a dark room that lit up when he slammed the door shut behind him.
My chest rose and fell in a rush of excitement and fear as I realized where we stood.
The walls of the room were padded, including the floor. White and blank of anything but the padding and lights glowing through the metal grates at the ceiling.
“Zeke.” I whispered, but even I heard the moan fall from my lips at the end.
“Are you afraid of me?” he demanded as he crowded me in against the wall.
“Should I be?” I licked my lips, and he tracked it with his eyes.
Jesus fuck, he was nearly feral.
And I was hungry for it. Eat your heart out, Zeke, I’m ready for you.
“I’m not scared of you.” I redacted, sliding my hands over his abs through his shirt, letting my sexuality free in the safety of his love. “You need this, don’t you?”
He let an animalistic groan fall from his lips as he put his fists against the wall above my head and leaned into them. “I was going to use your touch to settle me.” His hips bucked when I slid my fingers behind the tightness of his belt. “But it seems that you want to use your touch to do something else to me.”
“What am I doing to you, Zeke?” I purred, pushing his belt through the buckle, undoing it. “AllI’mdoing is letting my body respond to the power I see in your eyes and feel in your touch. It makes me want to purr like a kitten for more.”
“Dove.” He growled as I pulled the button of his pants free. His dick was hard, growing in his pants and tenting the fabric as I dragged my nails over the length through his slacks.
“Why did you bring me here?” I lifted my lips to speak against his. “Why in here, and not in your bed, if you needed me to settle you?”
“Because I’m going to make you scream, and a soundproof room sounded better than a concrete box across the hall from our son.” He promised, licking my lips and grinding his dick into my hand. “I can feel your energy through just your fingertips, Dove. And you’re just as wild as I am right now. You don’t want my tenderness, do you?”
I slowly shook my head no and then bit his lip. “Right now, I want your rawness.” I sucked it into my mouth, making him moan. “You make me want to use my sexuality to my advantage.”
“Do it.” He urged, challenging me. “Do your very worst to get what you need from me. Whatever you want, you can have it. Onetime offer.”
