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Then he pulls back, pinning me with his dark stare, before getting up and exiting my room like he was never there.
Like it was all just a dream.
CHAPTER 21
Katana
I haven’t seenMicah all day.
When I walk into the common area, which hums with voices, the scrape of chairs, and the drone of the TV mounted on the wall, I don’t expect to see him. I’m not sure how to feel around him once I do see him. I’ve been on edge since he pleasured me in my room and then left like a ghost. Even though I should feel safe surrounded by patients, staff moving through the room, and guards watching from the edges, I don’t.
I stop, goosebumps rolling over my skin, the hair prickling at the back of my neck. I feel him before I see him.
Micah moves like a shadow, slipping between clusters of patients until he’s suddenly here, cutting off my path to the book cart. The guard trails too far back to matter.
My breath catches. He tilts his head, his eyes glinting with that knowing darkness. “Miss me, little murderess?”
Heat floods my face. “I?—”
He doesn’t let me finish. His body presses close, not quite touching mine, but his presence cages me in. The air between us sparks like a live wire.
“Don’t think I forgot,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear. “The way you looked spread out on your bed. My fingers deep inside your pussy, while my tongue sucked on your clit.”
My thighs clench. My breath stumbles before rasping out of me.
A dangerous smirk curves his lips as he takes one deliberate step closer, forcing me back until my shoulders press against the wall. His hand lifts, a light touch grazing my hip before his fingers ghost along the waistband of my sweatpants. Not inside. Just there, teasing me.
“Did you like it when I touched you?” he whispers, warm breath making me shiver. “When I made you come apart on my hand?” His tongue darts out, touching my ear. “And on my tongue.”
A slight, helpless sound escapes me. I hate it, but I can’t stop it.
He pulls back, his smile sharp and dangerous. “I’ll do it again. Make you come. Make you scream.” His eyes lock with mine, steady and merciless. “But not here.”
His knuckles graze lower, pressing just enough against the heat of me that I nearly gasp. Not enough to truly touch, but enough to make me ache.
“You wanted me then. You want me now.” His eyes pin me in place, black fire burning into my soul. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I…” My chest heaves. “You’re not wrong.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning in, his breath hot against my cheek. “Not yet.”
I whimper, my body straining toward his, needing more, but he pulls back an inch, enough to make the loss sting.
“You’ll beg me later,” he says, the promise threaded with hunger. “And when you do, I’ll give you everything you’ve been craving.”
Then he’s gone—slipping back into the flow of patients, his guard shadowing him like nothing happened.
I stand frozen against the wall, my heart hammering, my body screaming for a release he refused to give.
The thin blanketscratches against my skin as I toss and turn. Sleep won’t come. Not after what Micah did in the common area. His raspy voice still echoes in my head, deep and cruelly patient.
“I’ll do it again. Make you come. Make you scream.”
A moan slips free.
I press my thighs together, but it only makes the ache worse. My body burns, flushed with humiliation and desire, both tangled so tightly I can’t separate them.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. My hand slips under the waistband of my sweatpants, desperate and needy. The first brush of my fingers against my clit has me gasping into the blanket, biting the fabric to keep from crying out.
