Page 125 of Endgame
“I said…”
One blink, a single flutter of her dark lashes, and she drops to the floor.
Her deliciously terrified gaze doesn’t leave mine. Not for a second.
She’s panting and flushed on all fours, ready for me. Nothing has ever been as tempting. As soul-stealing. As seductive.
Desire, unlike any other, slams into me.
My ribs crack. Looking at her hurts on a visceral level.
I can’t imagine looking anywhere else.
The end of her hair kisses the floor. Her nightgown falls over the curve of her hips, sliding along her ass. Resting softly over her calves.
I left her only this nightgown on the center table in her closet. No bra. No panties.
The material is so flimsy that I can see she stayed bare underneath.
My cock jerks in my pants. Precum dampens my boxers.
I pull my lips in, admiring her from above.
Such a good girl.
Making me even harder in my pants.
Because it’s not just about how beautiful she is. It’s her character.
My rebellious little thief is here to make a trade.
Submissiveness and sex in exchange for my help.
It’s obvious in the way that she doesn’t call me names, doesn’t fight me or tell me she’s never going to the hospital again.
And while I don’t have the answers she’s looking for, I do want to offer her something for being so good.
I’m dying to let her have it, whateveritis. The dull ache in my chest, that’s what makes me do it.
Because she’s hurt. Her parents denied her the information she was owed. They lied to her.
I ache to walk over to her, to shield my wife from anything and anyone who might pose a threat against her.
What a ridiculous idea. Protecting her.
I’m not that person. I won’t ever be that person for anyone, much less for a Clarke.
Ever.
“Everett?” She bats her eyelashes.
I growl at the feelings she evokes in me. They have no place here, in my bedroom, between the two of us.
Silencing them is easy. I stalk over to the bedside table, grab her collar’s remote, to punish her for being a temptation. For the doubts she plants in my head.
She either doesn’t sense the danger or she doesn’t care, spinning on all fours to look at me just in time for me to push the button on her remote.
The low current of electricity has her whimpering.
