Page 26 of City of Salvation

I laughed when I realized I didn’t know what the etiquette for that was either. “Fuck, I don’t know. I normally kick them out after fucking,” I responded truthfully, noting the way he seemed to flinch slightly at the confession. I quickly changed the subject to something safer.

Like torture.

“But we aren’t going to sleep right now anyway. Don’t we need to question that asshole?” I went to stand, but Dex’s large hand landed on my shoulder, pushing me back down onto the mattress.

His tone was resolute as he spoke, tinged with authority. “Wearen’t going anywhere. I’m going to go help Torque getthe fucker into our back shed, and you’re going to go shower and scrub the blood off your chest.”

He was right. I could feel the dried specks pulling at the tiny hairs on my skin.

But anger boiled in my gut, and I raised my voice in frustration. “Fuck that, Dex. I want to question him,” I said, trying in vain to pry his fingers from my shoulder.

Even the fucker’s fingers are heavy.

“And I wanted a blow job tonight. We don’t always get what we want, Nikki.”

“Those arenoteven remotely comparable, and you know it.” I glared at him, my eyes darting toward the door that was slightly ajar, trying to decide if I could get to it before he did.

Maybe if I kicked him in the balls…

Suddenly, I was no longer sitting. I was cradled in two powerful tattooed arms.

Dex’s voice rumbled against my side. “Since it looks like you aren’t going to follow directions, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

My eyes widened as I protested, “What?” I flailed in his grasp, desperate to free myself from his hold.

Dex, however, was unyielding. He whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, “Yell all you want, Nikki. They’re used to hearing those sounds coming from my room.” With that, he dropped me onto the plush mattress. My body bounced, disorienting me, and before I could even attempt to make a run for it, he covered me with his body, pinning both of my wrists above my head.

His powerful thighs bracketed my hip, and there was an unmistakable hard pressure against my center. Desire surged through me, but it was quickly replaced by a jolt of reality when soft restraints tightened around my wrists.

“Normally, whoever I put these on is naked.” He lookeddown at me, a cocky smirk on his face. “If you want to continue to misbehave, I can cut your clothes off, too.”

Heat flooded my center at the image of us naked, but I hid my reaction with a hiss. “You wouldn’t dare.” I narrowed my eyes, giving him my most threatening tone. Bastard only threw his head back and laughed so hard strands fell out of his bun.

The move caused him to rock against me. A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt the weight of his body pressed against mine. All humor bled from his face. I was positive my cheeks were beet red in that moment. I hadn’t meant to make that noise, but now he knewexactlyhow I felt about his body on top of mine. Hazel eyes homed in on my lips, his cock twitching against my center. It was always like this with us.

The sexual tension so taut, waiting for one of us to snap.

Maybe that’s the key to freedom.

I pushed up against him again, my breath hitching as his jean-clad bulge rubbed my clit. Fireworks were going off behind my lids. When I opened them again, I caught Dex looking like he was in a trance. Unable to stop myself, I rocked against his cock again, debating taking him up on his earlier offer. Our labored breathing played like a soundtrack.

Holy shit. Why didn’t I dry hump more often?

I was supposed to be seducinghim, yet here I was with my eyes fluttering closed, my nipples pebbling, and soaked leggings.

“Fuck. I haven’t dry-humped a chick since I was like twenty.” His tone was husky. I wanted to laugh at how similar our line of thinking was.

My lips parted. “If you untie me, I’ll let you do more than dry-hump me, Dex.”

The next moment his weight was gone, and I was leftfeeling…empty. My eyes flew open, trying to see where he’d gone. Fucker wasn’t getting naked like I’d hoped. He was over by his bedroom door, a blank look that was a complete one-eighty from how he’d just looked at me.

“Nice try, Nikki. But I get plenty of pussy on my own. I’m not interested in filling yours if you’re only looking to use me,” he said with a wicked look as he walked back, bending over and sucking on one of my nipples through my bra, drawing an involuntary gasp from me before he bit down.

Hard.

Warm breath tickled the side of my face. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t faking being turned on. Bet your pussy is fucking weeping for me like last time. Now, tell me who he is,” he demanded, swirling a painted black nail around the nipple he’d bitten.

A snarl that sounded more like an animal had made it came out of my mouth. “Fuck you.”

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