Page 81 of Hide and Seek
He frees his cock, and with one brutal thrust, he’s buried deep inside my cunt.
An involuntary cry tears out of me, my walls stretching around him and as he digs his fingers into my skin, he truly starts to fuck me. Thrusting deep as he rolls his hips, taking me at every angle. My clit screams for attention, and with my hands bound at my back, I’m powerless, left to let him have me in any way he desires.
He fucks me like a wild animal, taking and taking as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. He’s wild, untamed. Out of control, and I hate that my body loves every fucking second of it.
I’m a monster. A true fucking monster. This is the man who killed Laith and threatened to take Izzy or Knight next, and I’m here at his mercy, my body worked right to the edge.
He takes me deep and I push back against him, taking it harder like some kind of punishment as he starts to lose control.
This isn’t the disciplined man who sat still and allowed me to ride him in the club. This is different. This is raw need, undiluted hunger that needs to be fed, and right now, I’m giving him exactly what he needs, right here in another man’s bed.
He sinks into me again and again, driving his hips forward with brutal thrusts. Then like clockwork, my orgasm tears out of me, detonating within me like a nuclear weapon, and tearing everything to shreds in its path.
Guilt courses through my body as I cry out, my fingers balling into tight fists at my back, and not a moment later, he comes right along with me, his hips thrusting so deep I can practically feel him in my throat.
As I come down from my high, my body slumps against the bed and he simply holds my hips as he catches his breath, trying to regain just a semblance of control, but he won’t find it here. Not after that.
A moment passes before he pulls back, inching that thick cock out of me until finally stepping away, and now that it’s over, the apprehension soars back, unsure what’s supposed to come next.
Is this when I die for breaking his damn rules?
I scramble to the furthest corner of the bed, doing my best to cover myself while my hands remain bound at my back, my eyes glued to his as he folds that monster cock back inside his black pants.
“Pretty kitty. I have such a weakness for you. Your sweet cunt might have gotten the best of me today, but break my rules again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”
I swallow hard, my hands starting to shake again, and not a moment later, he strides out of the room, taking the black rose with him.
The second he disappears, I let out a sigh as my eyes pool with unshed tears, and when I pull against my wrists and realize I have no chance of getting free, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Siri,” I say with deep regret. “Call Knight.”
28
KNIGHT
Islam into my front door, barely managing to get it unlocked before I barge in and race through my home, panic swelling in my chest. How could I have left her alone like that? I thought she was safe here.
“HARPER?” I call, my boots slamming against the hardwood floors as my gaze shoots around the house, trying to find her. Not finding her in the living room or kitchen, I grip the corner of the wall, and fling myself around the corner, propelling myself down the hallway. “Harper, baby. Where are you?”
“Here,” she murmurs in barely a whisper.
I follow the sound right to my bedroom, and as I rush through the doorway, I come to a screeching halt, finding blood smeared through the bed and the blankets all but torn into ribbons.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself, looking over it with a keen eye before noticing one of my kitchen knives just laying carelessly on the ground. “Doll?”
“Bathroom.”
I follow the sound of her voice right into my ensuite and find Harper standing at the sink with her hands braced against the porcelain, head down, with tears on her cheeks.
The sight guts me, and I immediately blame myself. I should have anticipated this. I should have known that he would search for her, but the fact that it happened in my home fucking sickens me.
I hurry into the bathroom, moving in right behind her. Every ounce of me wants to reach out and grab her, pull her into my arms, and hold her tight, but I hold back, not sure what she needs right now.
“Doll,” I murmur, my voice gravelly and filled with the kind of ache I’ve never felt before.
Her gaze lifts to mine through the mirror, and the pain in her eyes in my undoing.
“I’m sorry, doll.”
