Page 24 of Pose for Me
His gaze flicks back up to mine. “Fuck you.”
I chuckle. “You ready to pose for me? I have my memories, but I’d much rather sketch you live.”
“Okay, I will,” he says, surprising me. He lies on the floor and looks up at me. “Where’s your sketch pad? We can do it right now.”
It’s my turn to narrow my eyes at him. He’s too fucking eager, too quick to do what I want him to do. No fight. But his eyes reflect conflict, like he’s warring with himself to do what I ask.
Lane has something up his sleeve, and it starts with his easy acquiescence. I wouldn’t have seen it if he were to at least give mesomepushback. But this eagerness? Nah, this isn’t him.
I don’t like to be fucked with.
Moving closer to the cell, I look at him lying on the floor and sneer. “You’re full of shit.” His face transforms from complianceto anger in less than a second.Gotcha. “If you’re trying to get on my good side so I’ll let you out, you’ve got the wrong psychopath,Agent.”
Lane gets to his feet and races across the cell, knocking against it as he sticks his free hand through the bars. One of his nails grazes my chin as I step back, laughing at how feral he is.
Yes.
This is what I want. The fight, so when I break him, I’ll know I earned it.
“Fuck you, you fucking monster! I’ll fucking kill you!” he shouts, looking unhinged as fuck. Spittle flies from his mouth as he yells, “If these bars weren’t in the way, I’d fucking kill you with my bare hands!”
“Oh?” I ask, removing the remote from my pocket. “Let’s see.”
He appears confused for a moment, then surprised when I click the button on the remote, and the bars of the cell door recede.
Lane steps back, eyes wide. But he still raises his fists in a fighting position as I step inside the cell.
“Show me,” I taunt, keeping my hands to my side.
Even though Lane is weaker than he was when we met, he has federal hand-to-hand training. It doesn’t matter if he’s on his last leg, he would still be a formidable opponent.
But I have training too, so taking me down won’t be as easy as he thinks it’ll be.
With a roar, Lane rushes over to me, throwing out a jab that would have struck me in the nose had I not leaned back. Wind whips past my face as he follows it up with a left hook with his chained hand.
Grabbing on the chain, I wrap it around his throat and yank. Not hard enough to hurt but with enough force to show him hisattack wasn’t very thought out. Then I push him against the wall, using my full weight to keep him pinned.
Lane shouts and fights against me, trying to dislodge me by being squirrely. I’m larger than Lane and better fed, so his fighting does nothing but makes him rub against my dick. He reaches back with his right hand and tries to hit me in the face, but I gather his wrists into one hand and thrust them over his head.
Pushing his face harder into the wall, I roll my hips into him. Lane freezes, breathing heavily.
“Get off me,” he grunts, twisting his hips but stopping when he encounters my erection again.
“No, I rather like it here.” I don’t thrust into him, though there is friction on my dick from Lane panting and trembling. “This would be a good position to draw you in,” I tell him, dipping my mouth close to his ear. “You naked, chained to the wall, ass poking out obscenely.” I lick a stripe up his neck to his ear. He tastes salty, and his natural flavor explodes on my tongue
“Never,” he grunts through a moan. “I won’t…ever willingly pose for you.”
“Why not? I’d do a good job at capturing your likeness.” I drop one hand down to his ass and squeeze. I chuckle when Lane pushes into my palm, though he tries to wiggle away in the next breath.
Lowering my voice into a sultry purr, I say, “I’d draw you, then I’d show you how much I love your body.” I bite and nip at his neck, laughing against his skin when he moans and leans his head back onto my shoulder.
I attack his neck, kissing and licking while I grind against his nice, round peach of an ass.
“Stop it,” Lane says as he pushes his ass out, his moans filling the cell.
I move my hand around to his dick, feeling how hard he is. “Do you really want me to stop?”
“Yes,” he growls. So I do. I remove my hand from his dick and push away from his body, though I keep control of his hands. Lane whimpers and moves his hips back to my cock.
