Page 75 of Right Number, Wrong Man
My blood thrums with anticipation as I turn the faucet on cold. When the tub is filled to the brim, I shut off the water and wind a hand into her hair, pulling her upright to bend her over the edge.
Panicked understanding flares in her eyes. She gets it now. She knows what’s gonna happen.
“Take a deep breath,” I order.
Hailey freezes, and I can’t tell if she’s too scared to move or if she’s testing my resolve. She might think I won’t do it, but I will. I apply pressure to the back of her head and she yelps, sucking in a big, audible breath.
“Good girl,” I drawl and push her face under the icy water.
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COLT
Her body reacts on instinct.The handcuffs rattle as she thrashes but I keep her under, pinning her in place with my weight. She’s so beautiful while she fights for her life, hair floating around her and bubbles rising to the surface.
My balls contract as I count the seconds, pressure surging through my stiff cock. I wrap my other arm around her, placing my palm on her diaphragm. When it starts to spasm, I’ll know she’s used up half of her air.
It’s a safety measure.
Under Cody’s guidance, I’ve developed a knack for cracking difficult interrogations and death is never the goal. Not at first. A dead informant doesn’t talk and I know how to keep ‘em alive.
The difference is that I’m torturing her because I love her. Because she wants it, too.
I pull Hailey up and she coughs, gasping for air. Wet hair sticks to her face and water pearls from her lashes, running down her flushed cheeks to her plump lips. She’s never been more radiant than in this moment as my willingvictim. It’s like witnessing a supernova. Blindingly gorgeous, the image of her searing itself into my memory.
I already have so many memories of her, but most of them aren’t real.
They’re scenarios I made up when the pain behind my ribs wouldn’t let me sleep at night and I laid awake in the dark, suspended in the liminal space between dreams and reality. Nights when my lungs burned with the memory of her perfume, my fingers ached with the remnant of her touch.
But this is real.
It’s really her skin beneath my fingertips, really her voice twisted by pleasure and fear as she whimpers. It’s really her scent mixing with the sweet aroma of her fresh sweat.
“Am I enough of a bastard for your liking?” I ask.
“Is that the worst you can do?” Hailey responds venomously, but when I yank back her head, she giggles and her nose does that cute crinkle thing.
Damn, this brat will be my downfall.
I bend her over the edge of the tub again. My hands drift across the full shape of her ass, spreading her cheeks, and I suck in a breath when my eyes land on her puckered rim.
There ain’t no way in hell I’m leaving tonight without claimingallher holes. So far, we’re at two of three.
“Where’s your lube?” I ask.
She nods over her shoulder. “Mirror cabinet over the sink.”
“Don’t move.”
I get up to grab the lube and stand behind her, freeing my cock from my pants. I dribble some on Hailey’s asshole, then I squirt a generous helping in my hand and coat my dick, shuddering as I thrust uncontrollably into my fist.
Keep it together, Colt. You don’t wanna blow your load into your hand, you idiot!
I hold her by the waist, my fingers digging into her flesh and Hailey groans. Good, I hope it hurts. I hope it’ll bruise. And tomorrow morning when I’m gone, she’ll still be wearing my mark.
The head of my dick presses against her asshole and I force myself into her in one reckless stroke. She cries out as her muscles pull me in, squeezing tight.
“It hurts! I’m so full…” she whines. “More, Sir, please!”
