Page 111 of Kept

My eyes feel lazy as I blink slowly, taking a minute to register his words. “N-no.”

“Good.” He moves his hands faster, and I whimper at the curling, burning sensation that winds its way through my body as he plays me like an instrument. “Do you think that we would let anything happen to you?”

When I don’t respond, he pushes his fingers further inside me, his palm grinding against my sensitive skin as my body bucks in his grip. “Answer me.”

“No!” My cry echoes around the room as he moves faster, the familiar wave building in my core.

When he abruptly stops, pulling his hand free just as I’m on the crest, I groan. His wet fingers move to my throat, cupping the skin as he leisurely rubs my own scent into me, marking me.

“Believe in us,” he whispers against my lips. “Whatever hardships lie ahead, little prey. We will face them together. You’re not alone in this.”

His words are fierce, and a lump appears in my throat as I nod.

I don’t feel alone, not with Enzo wrapped around me, his hands on my skin and his promises in my ear.

“Take me somewhere,” I say. “Anywhere.”

He smirks, and it’s almost devilish. “What did you think we were doing on this bike?”

I hear a zip crackle in the quiet, and Enzo pulls me forward. The head of his cock rubs against me, warm and demanding, and he catches my cry with his lips as he pushes inside me, stretching me until I’m completely seated on him. The slight burn is a welcome one, and he taps my legs. “Keep your feet where I showed you.”

My feet tap around, until I feel the edges with my toes. “Is this safe?” I ask him breathlessly. I have a feeling that Maverick will not be happy.

“If you wanted safe,” he drawls in my ear, “you would have run from us at the first opportunity, little prey. You don’t wantsafe. You want lightning in your blood and electricity in your veins.”

His hands reach around me. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go.”

The machine rumbles to life underneath me, sending vibrations rolling through my body as I press my knees against Enzo and tighten my hold on his neck. He turns his head, pressing his lips to my ear.

“The only thing I want you thinking about,” he growls, “is the feel of me inside you. This body is ours, little prey. Remember who you belong to.”

Any response I might have given is lost in the rush of wind as the bike darts forward. My hands tighten around Enzo as I gasp, but he doesn’t flinch, his chest strong and steady beneath me as I squeeze my eyes shut, my head tucked into the crook between his head and shoulders.

The bike gathers speed, and I crack my eyes open as the house starts to get smaller and smaller behind us. We’re flying down the main road, and I take in the trees on either side, blurs of orange and green and brown that bleed into each other in the early morning light.

Air rushes past me, wind pressing against my back, pushing me further into Enzo as we move faster than I ever thought was possible.

My eyes open wider and wider, the exhilaration of pure freedom bleeding through me as I laugh in delight, my head tipping back.

This… this is everything.

I keep my eyes firmly open, not wanting to miss a thing as we drive down a smooth road. Enzo slows the bike to a stop, and I twist around to take in the sight of the tall gates sliding open.

“You ready?” he asks, and I grin. The fear curdling inside my mind is pushed away, shoved into a dark corner, still there but not overpowering.

“Yes,” I call. My throat tightens with excitement as the engine makes a roaring noise, and then we’re soaring past the gates, pulling onto a main road dotted with other vehicles. I lose myself in the sensation of flying, the way we weave in and out of the moving cars.

The world moves around us, impossibly big butright there, close enough for me to reach out my hand and entangle myself.

Enzo was right. This is what freedom tastes like.

***

When we finally stop, my heart is full, my body on edge with the motion of the bike combined with the feel of Enzo inside me. I soften against him, my hands stroking the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck as he turns off the engine. “Welcome to Queensbridge Park, little prey.”

“That was… everything.” My eyes are wide as I lean back to stare at him, then around us. “Can we do that every day?”

His hands drop to my hips, his voice low. “We can do it for the rest of our lives. If you want to.”

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